His hard jaw line also softened.

Qiao Yimo let go of the hand covering his eyes, his Feng eyes raised lightly and straight to his black eyes, and then he clasped his neck to deepen the kiss.

The tired eyes suddenly became lazy, this is an absolutely encroaching look from a man to a woman.

Qiao Yimo put his hands in his cold shredded hair, slowly let go of his mouth, his pink lips lightly hooked, and laughed, "I'm tired, I'm afraid you'll be jealous."

A perfect lawless man, she used to find his weaknesses, but now it seems that his weaknesses are really too obvious.

Qiao Yimo put away her playful smile, suddenly became serious, "Tired, what do you want?"

He is so smart, can't he see the overtones of her words?

Except for the physical, she gave him everything.

She didn't like feelings before, because she was too paranoid, and he also let her have this paranoia again.

The cold breath on his body slowly disappeared with her words..........

The men in the car couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Leng Tiong confined Qiao Yimo's slender waist and looked at her condescendingly, "Then go back and jump again, just jump for me to see."

Qiao Yimo: "........."

In the middle of the night, half of the girl's face disappeared into the night, her eyebrows frowned, and her nose wrinkled.

Why is there a smell of blood in the car?

Qiao Yimo narrowed his expression, turned sideways, and asked, "Where is it hurt?"

"Hands." Leng Tired's voice was calm and indifferent.

Qiao Yimo lowered his eyes and snorted.

"childish!"

Having said that, she still used her bag to find gauze to cover the wound for the man, her eyebrows tightened, "Does it hurt?"

From just getting in the car until now, he has said that it hurts.

"It doesn't hurt!" Lengjuan shook his head, his eyes were not turbulent.

Hearing that, Qiao Yimo deliberately used force to pull the wound fiercely, and the man groaned.

Qiao Yimo bends his lips, "Forget it if it hurts."

So grown-up, he still can't control his emotions, he's not naive!

The men in front glanced at each other and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, secretly thinking: The crisis is lifted...

.......

Lengjia.

The black Rolls Royce listened in the yard.

When the butler saw the vehicle, he immediately greeted him and said respectfully: "Master Tired."

Qiao Yimo jumped out of the car from the other side, put away his mobile phone, and said to the housekeeper: "Get the medicine box, your master is injured."

Hearing this, the housekeeper saw that the white gauze was bleeding, and even Qiao Yimo's white waist was stained with blood. He almost scared to urinate.

In the living room.

Mo Joe to take over the butler handed to the medicine cabinet, and then press the man on the sofa, serious tone, "to sit."

Leng Juo raised his eyebrows and sat on the sofa obediently.

Seeing Qiao Yimo squatting on the ground to treat his wounds, he couldn't help but breathe tightly.

Qiao Yimo noticed his gaze, so he looked up at him.

Leng Juo's eyes shifted to other places subconsciously.

As time passed by, Qiao Yimo put the medicine box on the table, "Okay." As she said, she got up and was about to move away.

A low magnetic voice sounded behind him, "Where?"

"First take a bath." Qiao Yimo went upstairs without turning back.

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows and looked at his hand with a low eye.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched when he saw the bow shape of the gauze on his hand.

......... JrNovels.com