Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing has good ears, and really heard him, turning her head cheekily, saying, "Baby? How old are you?"

She was caught off guard and saw that Huo was holding the shadow in silence, a sour heart, and the chicken legs in her mouth were not so fragrant.

This person is really ...

It's puffy and pitiful, and it's especially piercing.

If the goddess sees her husband like this in the sky, it is estimated to be distressed to die ...

She wasn't originally a cruel person, especially after she ate short mouths, she couldn't dry him like that.

He looked pale, his lips were not bloody, his hands covered his stomach intentionally or unintentionally, it was probably uncomfortable, and he still held on hard.

I want to come ... Huo Yunshen, a man desperate to commit suicide, thought he was rescued by his lost lover, but the lover was a fake.

On this day, she suffered a lot of ups and downs. She suffered many crimes, but strictly speaking, Huo Yunshen was also a victim.

Yan Qing is soft-hearted, let ’s do it, is n’t it just a temporary emotional suicide, she sacrificed it.

She moved back to Huo Yunshen again and handed him the empty bowl to eat. The tone was glutinous: "Mr. Huo, please give me a hug, and help me hold another bowl."

The Qingqing cat took the initiative to get close, the invisible little tail flicked, and Mao Jianer scratched Huo Yunshen's heart fiercely.

He immediately followed suit.

Yan Qing refused to take it, and pushed the bowl to him: "Is it a stomachache? Shouldn't I haven't eaten since yesterday? You eat this bowl and go home to sleep immediately after eating. , I ’ll call you baby, OK? "

Huo Yun shook his hand holding the bowl deeply, trying to keep calm: "You asked me so many requests, just change the baby?"

Yan Qing angry: "You are still picky!"

Huo Yun's voice was deep, and the fire at the bottom of her eyes burned her: "I'll consider it if you add more."

Yan Qing blushed, what direction did she dominate? Why did two or three sentences pass, and the position seems to be reversed? !

Huo Yun squeezed the opportunity deeply, and never let go: "If you don't overweight, I won't go tonight, leaving you here, and I will do it."

Yan Qing was stunned, but he didn't dare to really provoke Mr. Huo's ghostly temper. He snapped the floor and said: "... plus! Plus plus plus! Hurry up and eat!"

Huo Yunshen under Qing Qing Cat ’s indignant gaze, tasted the soup without hesitation, swallowed it smoothly, and spent time slowly eating the dry goods, his stomach gradually warmed, and the pain was soothed.

He greedily watched the kittens grind their teeth and demanded: "After eating, reward."

Yan Qing was depressed, and confirmed with him: "I have finished rewarding, and you will leave immediately. You are not allowed to find me in private and disturb me to record programs."

"It depends on whether you have enough chips."

Yan Qing's sleeves are too big to scare you!

Is it easy to sell the hue for free!

She knelt on the floor and straightened up, her hands fiercely supporting Huo Yunshen's shoulder, and she was going to hug her.

But as the interval drew closer, the bloodshot threads entangled in the man ’s eyes, the unrevealed emotions inside were bare, and the speech was stunned, and the brain trembled somehow, subconsciously approaching him, and changing from holding to ambiguous kiss Not kissed.

This action seemed to come from the instinct of the body. She was so skilled that Yan Qing's reaction was not enough. She shook her gods, pursed her lips and wanted to retreat. Huo Yunshen had already held her back, and aggressively oppressed her.

The atmosphere was dangerous and Yan Qing's heart beat like a drum.

When she closed her eyes, she decided to start with a strong hand, grabbed Mr. Huo's face, and gave him a peck at the safest eyebrow position. She pretended to be calm and said, "Deep baby, listen to my sister, hurry! Come back! Home! "

At the end of his death, Yan Qing didn't dare to stop, climbed and fled, and disappeared within three seconds.

Huo Yun sat deep in the spot, raised his hand a little bit, covered the position of his eyebrows, and smiled scarletly: "Little bastard, just like before, run after finishing."

Where can I run again?

Qing Qing belongs to him, and life and death cannot be separated, let alone alive.