Heroic Death System
I'm a brush 7.
“Have you seen enough?” A cold voice was heard in Gwen Xuan and Berlin's ears.
Goh Joon Xuan stared innocently: “You forgot to kiss, so you can't blame us for watching. ”
Sniffing Jingrong walks out the back of the curtain.
Shanko's face was red with the kiss he had just kissed, his eyes sparkling brightly. In a dark comparison, Gertrude and Berlin had the same figure on the banner drum, but the two of them stood together and the first glance was definitely shanky. He has an unspeakable rhyme that is memorable.
Worthy of being the person who smells Jingrong's looks on, it's really different.
“This is Yongshao's Gary Junxuan, and this is Gyeongwei's Berlin.” Jingjung wrapped his hand around Sangkou, "he said," His name is Sangkou, my lover. ”
“Hello, nice to meet you.” Gertrude Xuan could reach out and smile on his face.
You can still feel the stiffness of smelling Jingrong and know what he is nervous about. Shanko didn't overreact, he just shook his hand calmly with Gyun Xuan. In front of outsiders, he doesn't want to lose face with his man. Even if love kills each other, it's their private "sexy-fun” play.
Smell Jingrong's eyebrows loosen, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes, his arms unconsciously tightened a few points.
Instead, he was tightened up, and the brilliant glow stuck his skin in pain and was extremely patient before barely stopping the tremor.
You can move your heel slightly and “gently” step on the tip of Scenic Run's toe.
The smell of Jingrong's eyes sparkled slightly, but his face was no different color. Fingers gently strangled between Jean-Claude's waist, as if to soothe a fried pet.
“It's rare. Why don't we go to a bar and have a drink?” Goh Joon Xuan proposed with joy.
Wen Jingjun looked at Shang Cao in his arms and said: "Next time, I have business today, I should go back first. ”
Gertrude shrugged his shoulders, expressing regret.
Looking behind their departure, Berlin's mind burst into a blaze of anonymity. The emergence of Shanko not only interrupted his intention to cooperate with Jingjun, but also completely reduced him to the background, without even having a chance to perform. Berlin became hostile to Jean when it was almost a photograph.
Wen Jingjun stuffed Shan in his car, fastened his seat belt, and sat in the driver's seat, adding enough horsepower to his villa.
“How did you escape?” Jingjun asked. His villa is heavily guarded and his bodyguards are securely guarded when he travels, and even if he can escape, he will not be able to escape so quietly. Plus, we haven't been able to find any information on him, and Jingrong feels that Shanko's identity is quite strange. This uncontrollable feeling made him grumpy.
“I have my own way.” Jean glanced at him and spit in the dark: "Will the prisoner" tell the warden how he escaped?
Wen Jingrong also knew he couldn't find out, so he changed the question: “How did you get to the party? ”
“Stay with your girlfriend.” I don't have the heart to answer.
A sharp brake sounded and the scenery was gloomy, holding the steering wheel tight and trying to control the atrocities in your heart.
A moment later, he restarted the car and rushed back to the villa.
Upon entering the door, Jingjun will be able to overwhelm the front door.
“Starting tomorrow, I want you to stay close to me!” Jingrong made this decision while sniffing around in his body.
The next day, Wen Jingrong did take Shanko to the office and put him in his lounge.
“There's a computer in there, you can go online and send out time and let me know if you need anything.” After words, Jingjun nodded and tried to kiss him, but did not let him escape.
The smell of Jingrong's eyes was cold, one hand wrapped around his waist, one hand held his head, and he couldn't resist a deep kiss.
“Shanko, get used to it, or I don't know if I'll do anything to hurt you.” Wen Jingjun left this sentence in his ear before slowly releasing him and turning around and walking out of the lounge.
He kicked at the door without itching, then walked to the computer and started surfing the Internet boringly.
Wen Jingjun sits behind the desk, turns on the monitoring, handles the affairs while paying attention to the situation in the lounge.
At this point, the computer prompted me to receive an e-mail, click on it, and it was a cooperation plan from Berlin regarding the bidding for the development project on Pinot Island.
Wen Jingjun went through it for a while to make sure there was no problem, mentioned Magic Pen's intention to sign his name, and then presented the plan to the board of directors for an evaluation, once adopted, a cooperation agreement could be formally signed.
Gertrude Xuan is a trusted partner and Berlin's company has a small reputation in the industry. They don't have to take the risk of losing their credibility to fake it, just to pit his 200 million dollars.
Smell Jingrong swing a few times skilfully at the signature, and the result letter did not show up.
He frowned, tried elsewhere, wrote smoothly, nothing wrong, just couldn't sign the cooperation plan.
Smell the suspicions in Jingjun's heart, intending to change a pen, found that the pen seemed to stick to his finger, can't take it off.
What's going on here? Why didn't you find your pen so fussy before? Is it aging?
Jingjung didn't dare to break it hard, afraid to break this pen. When he was wondering, his gaze accidentally fell on the screen, and his mind suddenly came up with an idea. What was wrong with this plan?
Wen Jingrong looked at it several times, the regulations were clear, responsibilities were clear, and it was a standard cooperation programme.
However, in the belief that there must be demons in the anomaly, and with caution, Jingrong decided to conduct another detailed investigation into Berlin's Qingwei to avoid any possible risks.
So he dialed a number and ordered things to go on. Just after the call, the pen that was supposed to stick to your finger naturally came off, so tap it on the desktop.
Jingrong couldn't help but laugh: “You're not going to be fine, are you? ”
In the lounge, the corner of the mouth rises and the eyes curl, looking delightful.
After a quiet day, you can return to the villa with nothing to do.
Ever since you've eaten a meal that you can cook, the scent often leaves new ingredients ready for use.
In terms of food, there is no harsh smell. After all, he didn't want to harm his health.
Being fed full of scenic beauty and light, you don't want to go near it at all, you can only watch TV alone on the sofa in the living room. Dog blood idol shows are being performed on TV. The male and female protagonists are hurting each other, entangling each other, making a scene while loving each other to death.
Of course, it's not about their amazing love, it's about how they hurt each other, and he thinks he can learn from it.
To sum up, there are about a few, one, strange misunderstandings of all kinds; two, unjustified fuss like a gust; and three, the prevalence of Virgin Mary's disease.
Misunderstood or something, needs to be wealthy, and skipped for a while. Besides, he already has a "girlfriend” enough to handle it for a while.
And the essence of Virgin Mary's disease lies in forgiving any enemy who hurts herself without perfect skin, transferring her lover “greatly", putting herself in a position of sorrow forever, achieving her goodness with the generosity of others, preferring to help her enemies passionately rather than supporting her relatives and friends rationally.
Thinking about it, I think it's a little difficult, I can only see the opportunity, and now the only thing left is "unreasonable cause for trouble”.
There are several manifestations of irrational mischief. One is to quarrel without a word, which is inconsistent with his style, damaging his image and skipping it; the second is to create all kinds of troubles that make people angry; and the third is to destroy what others love, and so on.
I think you can try both points two and three.
Perhaps the most disturbing thing about the house is his laptop. The computer is loaded with a lot of important documents, and if it's damaged, it's bound to piss him off.
While Jingrong showers are empty, you can still stand in front of the running notebook with a cup of boiling water. As long as the cup of water falls, the computer will be scrapped. The demon in his heart made a sinister laugh, whispering that he could act quickly.
Nevertheless, it had been a long struggle and ultimately had no heart to do it. How difficult it is for his man to support a company. It is cruel to lose so much money on his own “unreasonable mischief”!
Take a deep breath, let's change something! Like the cup he used a lot, or the suit he loved to wear, or the cactus on the windowsill.
Well, even if they smashed 10,000 of these things, I don't think Jingrong would wrinkle his eyebrows and maybe build a warehouse for his destruction.
So, is there something that you can pay attention to without causing too much damage?
In the middle of thinking, Jingrong sniffed out of the bathroom with a steam. Seeing that Shang could stand in front of the computer, he walked over and hugged him. "What's wrong? ”
It still hurts like a spiritual. "It's nothing.” Just thinking about what posture should be used to perfectly accomplish the "unreasonable fuss” plan.
“It's getting late, go wash up and get ready for bed.” It is rare for Jingrong to see him so well-behaved, he could not bear to touch his head.
Jean-Co went to the bathroom naturally. When he started rinsing, he suddenly woke up. Why did he do what he said? He made a mistake!
Besides, he's got a spiritual shower of wool and no sweat all over his body, okay?
Turn off the sprinkler head and stand in front of the mirror holding your chest in contemplation. His light luo is reflected in the hazy mirror of the water gas.
Suddenly, the light flashed. He thinks he knows something that will not cause too much damage while making the smell important!
“That's you.” Still can point to the person in the mirror, the tone is definite.
Hunger strike, window jumping, wrist cutting, passive resistance… as much abuse as you want!
Decisions could be taken to move out of the bathroom in an aggressive manner, with the intention to begin implementation in a few days.
Jingrong saw him run out naked, his eyes slightly dim, not a bit broken, just silent eye-rape, wait for the blood to surge before he was caught in the nest and started a new round of "tune-teaching”...
A few days later, after losing a lot of brazen cocoa, he was finally ready to go on a hunger strike.
“Take you somewhere.” Coming out of the company, Jingjun suddenly said to Shang.
“Where?” Curiosity in the heart, but not in the face.
Wen Jingjun did not immediately answer, but took it straight to a renovating factory on the edge of the city.
He could not help but look at him.
"I intend to build a hand-workshop to accommodate the unemployed," said Jingrong. ”
There was a flash of surprise in Jean's eyes.
“Smart mechanized factories don't require much labour, but in this age of personality, specially tailored handicrafts are still popular.” Wen Jingrong explained, "This handicraft is not very technical, but the steps are cumbersome, delicate and unique and attractive to young people. However, those who are inexperienced must be trained for some time and those who are not qualified will still be eliminated. I hope you understand that. ”
Looking forward to the impending completion of this factory, there are fluctuations in mind. Wen Jingrong quietly arranged for those who were unemployed when he didn't pay any attention. Strange, why doesn't he know anything about it when he brings it to him every day? Was it when he snuck out?
Want to hug his man, kiss him hard, then press him to the ground, take off his pants, and sit on it!
What “unreasonable mischief”? How could he make unreasonable mistakes with his man? Stop messing around, they can't get any better!
Stick your lips tight and use the strength of your milk to not reveal his true heart.
The smell of Jingrong's face was devoid of expression, and he had to show some disappointment in his eyes.
Don't be disappointed! He's really, really happy! Come here, give me a hug!
However, Jingjun didn't hear his deep call, and the voice was low: “I'm just trying to make you happy. I will spend the rest of my life fighting for your forgiveness and your love. ”
He can drop his head so that he doesn't see the emotions in his eyes.
After hearing Jingjung stare deeply at him for a long time, he held his hand and said warmly: “Go home. ”
There was no struggle, despite the pain in the palm.
Tell him the truth! He wanted to fall in love with him frankly, without misunderstanding, without concealment, without falsehood, without harm.
But without him, how long can he be with him? Is the breath absorbed in the dream enough to support his daytime consumption?
It can be measured repeatedly and decided to experiment first.
On that evening, the sheets rolled off without teasing and sniffing.
I was ecstatic and excited to embrace Shang. In the middle of the night, Jean was awakened by the grunts of the scenic belly, so he got up and made a night snack for him in the kitchen.
Jingrong felt empty and immediately woke up and rushed out of the room until he was found in the kitchen.
“Just in time, I ordered two bowls of noodles, let's eat together.” Wash your hands and put the noodles on the table.
Looking at the hot noodles on the table, looking at the cocoa that was unwrapping the apron, Jingrong almost thought it was a dream.
He walked behind Sankoh and lowered his head to help him untie the apron, uncertainly asking: "Cocoa, are you… willing to accept me? ”
Jean-Claude looked at his palm, which had suddenly become faint because he had consumed too much brazenness, and slowly said: "Can you try dating for three months first? ”