Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3542 When I am a scumbag (42)

"Senior is afraid that I have forgotten what I said before?" She smiled not tenderly at all, not half of the old downs and downs, close to flattering, even the two extremes, not cold like her, but she is again." Don't you drop the price?"

  Dyeing white as if to hear a light sigh.

  "The past was my fault." The man still lowered his posture, but his expression was calm and difficult to distinguish. He leaned over and looked white, with his forehead against the girl, and his voice was soft and low and said, "You will also be given the price drop."

  "……"

  Speaking nicely.

  You give me some progress!

  Danbai took the time to glance at the unfinished "Can't Love" on the system panel, then sneered, annoyingly: "I don't want it."

  Wen Haoqing prides himself on refraining from knowing rituals, never revealing his emotions of happiness and anger, but now his mood is inexplicably sinking into the sea of ​​ice, without any warmth.

  He never wanted something, so when he really wanted something, it must be his.

  Neglect and indifference were originally not a problem, but when he started to notice this person, it became a fault he could not avoid.

  He has always been calm, will be responsible for his actions, and he is used to dealing with problems from the root cause.

  Apologize or drop the price.

  It’s always his.

   "Sorry, you feel wronged, you can pay it back on me." Wen Haoqing calmly said, "You can do whatever you want."

  Dyeing white face without expression.

  What is wrong with her.

  According to this kind of progress, I am afraid that it will not be completed.

  Is it really necessary to make Wen Haoqing fall in love with her first?

  Dyeing white thoughtfully.

   "Anything is fine?"

   "Hmm." Wen Haoqing said calmly: "Anything."

   Dye Bai was silent for two seconds, "I don't like it either, I don't think you need to do this, senior."

Wen Haoqing paused, staring at her white eyes. Those peachy eyes were gentle and deep, like a trap of love, seductively sinking, as if there were galaxies indulging in them, whether it was the elegant eyebrows or the deep and deep voice. The perfect boyfriend in all women's hearts is poisonous, untouchable, deadly touched, and can't be quit.

   "I like it." He said slowly, patiently, and whispered like white ears on the temples, and the gentleness that invaded the bone marrow inch by inch: "I don't like it."

  Ran Bai looked at Wen Haoqing’s eyes, she seemed to see the affection that all women fell for, but she seemed to see nothing, as if she was sleeping in the deep sea before dawn.

  Wen Haoqing lowered her eyes, and kissed her eyebrows, nose, and lips softly and cherishedly, falling down like feathers, expressing a lingering affection, and the reflection of her eyelashes covered her eyes, and she trembled slightly.

   is a look that no one can refuse, affectionate and fragile, gentle and bewitching.

  Ranbai avoided the kiss from her husband, and sneered: "I like your sister."

  Wen Haoqing's kiss fell through, and his movements stopped. When his eyes were low, he almost overflowed with a noble aura, entwined with affection.

  It seems fragile at the moment, but it is perfectly flawless.

But,

  Perfection itself,

  Putting on the word love is the biggest loophole.

   "I don't have a sister." Wen Haoqing looked at her, and stood up calmly. He couldn't see the slightest irritation from him: "But there can be a Miss Song."

  "……"

   "So..." The young actor chuckled, "Don't like her."

  He halted every word and was slow and tidy. He was the most unhurried aristocratic demeanor. His eyes were gentle and bewildering, but the unquestionable and possessiveness that came out of his words was surprisingly cold: "Like me."

   "Senior." Ran Bai asked: "Has anyone ever said that you are hypocritical?"

  Wen Haoqing looked at her quietly.

"You don't like it, but you want to get something. This thing can be a person or an object. It can be the brilliant light on the stage, or the ordinary in the corner." Dye Bai casually said: "No need I have to get it, right?"

"As for why you want to get it, he can be novel, it can be hobby, it can be a whim, or it can be short-lived passion, but it and..." Dye Bai did not change expression, but she hadn't finished speaking, suddenly Was interrupted by Wen Haoqing.

  With his upbringing, he rarely interrupts others.

  Only this time he said solemnly: "I have to."

  The atmosphere stagnated,

  It took a long time to dye white before asking: "Anything is fine?"

  The sentence she asked refers to Wen Haoqing just told her and returned it to him.

"Um."

  He did not hesitate.

  It’s a bit tricky, so I think for a while, "...I won’t be responsible."

   "But we can consider other relationships." The girl groaned with a smile.

   "What." Wen Haoqing's face remained unchanged.

   "For example." Huan with a white smile almost fell on Wen Haoqing. She stretched out her hand and patted the man's face with a gentle voice: "An underground nurturing relationship."

  The actor did not speak, his eyebrows were hidden in the darkness of the basement, those peach eyes and pupils were deeply affectionate, blurring all the sense of boundaries.

"Actually, I really want to find a lover, but I don't know..." She asked seriously, with a smile, not like a joke, but with a bit of carelessness, it seemed unnecessary. : "Senior are willing to accept the unspoken rules."

"Miss Song thinks, unspoken rules for me?" Wen Haoqing probably didn't expect that Ran Bai would have such a bold and absurd idea, and he said it so brightly. The actor repeated what Ran Bai said, very slowly, his voice was low and magnetic, no Emotions are ups and downs, and standing there also seems elegant and deep, as always, but when he uses such a gentleman's abstinence to say the unspoken rules, it makes people feel that they should be taken for granted, and at the same time, he feels a little more taboo. .

  I want people to shred his surface and break the hypocritical gentleness.

"Yeah." Ran Baiying is supposed to be, and too casual, as if what is in front of her is not a top-ranking actor or aristocrat on the pyramid, but a dispensable and replaceable one. lover.

"Guardian? Underground?" The gentleman squinted his eyes, his eyes are thin and dark, like the moon falling into the deep sea, a touch of light and shadow divided into half and half now on the sea, sparkling silence, the danger before dawn, a little bit more Slowly lazy, thin lips lightly opened, and spit out secret and forbidden words. He was narrating academic papers in a tone that he narrated, seven or eight points gentle and elegant, two or three points full of desire: "Lover?"

   "Yes." At this moment, the moon seemed to be whitening the bottom of her eyes, and she smiled slightly: "One sleep is also a sleep, not to mention the predecessor's appearance, beautiful, deceptive, and uncontrollable."

  Wen Haoqing looked down at her.

  He always doesn't like people talking about his looks, but now that the girl speaks so blatantly, he doesn't feel unhappy in his heart.

She approached him, grabbed the man’s collar with one hand and left a kiss arrogantly on the side of his neck. She left when she touched her body. When she evacuated, she dropped a word in Wen Haoqing’s ear, pressing very low: "Price details talk."

  (End of this chapter)