Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The man looked at her again for a while, bending over her lips and grinding, with a dumb, flirty voice, and said, "Only I can bully you. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

That's bullshit.

Being bullied is bullied in bed!

Season-warming's phone rang, and Baiwei called to urge him: “Why have you been in the bathroom so long? Professor Lin's class is at 1: 00 this afternoon. It's 12: 45. ”

“I'll be right there.” Seasonal Warm hung up after talking.

Originally trying to leave directly, but held by a man in his arms, Ji Wen raised his head and kissed him on the chin.

“Honey, you were very handsome on the podium today.” Seasonal warmth and laughter: “Unlike peace, today you look like you're glowing in front of a crowd of young, cheerful students. ”

Mo Jingdeep had never heard of Seasonal Warm in this straight-white way, and he looked at her with a slight glance.

“I'm afraid there's no better man for a shirt than you.” Seasonal warmth took another sip in his jaw: “When you were standing there, there was a feeling that people really wanted to rip your shirt off and fall down hard. ”

The man's clear eyebrows picked slightly and his eyes slowed deeply: "I'm giving you this chance tonight. ”

Seasonal Warm is really a bit proactive in his meaning, who made him praise his wife in front of others, so charming!

But one of the men's words made her instantly break her kung fu, and her face escaped from his arms and went straight out to open the door.

When he opened the door, he suddenly saw Ling Fifi coming out of nowhere, staring at Season Warm with an unhappy expression, and wanting to cross behind Season Warm to look into the bathroom.

“Is Mo not always here?” Lenfield stared at her with some sharp sense of smell.

Seasonal warmth came out and slowly closed the bathroom door behind her: “No. ”

“Not here?” Lemfie walked up to the front: “I just saw him coming this way when he left. This is not the exit of the cafeteria. How could he not be there? ”

Seasonal Warm Ping said: “I think I just walked here, but after going to the bathroom, I definitely have to go. Do you still want to eat here? ”

Ink depth in the bathroom: “…”

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I thought that Feng Ling would be back after two days of nursing injuries. When Seasonal Warm called to ask, Feng Ling muttered that he might have a few more days off.

Seasonal warmth was uncomfortable, so I simply went straight to Fengling's residence and knocked on the door for half a day before the door was opened.

At the moment of opening the door, Seasonal Warm's eyelids jumped, or for the first time, she saw Feng Ling as if she were not in the state, and then saw that she had long and short hair under her ear was slightly messy. Seasonal Warm hesitated to walk in: “What's wrong? Are you feeling better? Is this sick again or..."

“I'm fine. Why are you here?” Feng Ling turned around as if he had deliberately avoided the warmth of the season.

However, when Feng Ling turned around, Ji Wen still saw the neck outside Feng Ling's neck, as if there were two particularly obvious red marks.

Seasonal warmth immediately walked over and dragged Feng Ling back, which made the marks on her neck even clearer.

Not only on the neck, but the collar of the collar was unwittingly torn apart by the warmth of the season, and the clavicle of the sealed collarbone was surrounded by misplaced marks of dots.

Seasonal warmth of course recognises that every time the ink depth is particularly out of control in the bed and the force is particularly heavy, she wakes up in the morning and finds this mark on her body, but the ink depth usually cares about her feelings, so this condition is rare, even some kiss marks won't be too much.

Can Feng Ling this...

Totally with what it took to suffer from sex. Described!

“What's going on?” Ji Wen held her hand and didn't let her turn around to avoid it. Feng Ling's face was also very bad. He pushed her directly to sit on the couch and looked at her with a cold face: “Aren't you home to take care of the injuries these past two days? Who is it?"

The answer is obviously in my mind, but the season is warm and I feel that Nanheng, although the background is complicated, is as calm and intelligent as Ink Kang Deep, he should be impossible...

The answer was already obvious in Seasonal Warm's eyes. Feng Ling looked into her eyes without a word or explanation.

“Is it really Nam Heng?” Seasonal Warm raised her hand unbelievably and went to tear Feng Ling's clothes apart, but Feng Ling gently pulled them apart.

“Don't look.” She muttered.

“When did this happen? Last night? Or is it daytime? What the hell is he doing? Why are you still doing this to you when you know you're hurt? Animals?” Seasonal heating was almost dirty, forcing it to be controlled, lest it stimulate sealing, which now appears to be in poor condition.

Feng Ling didn't answer. After a moment of silence, he said: “I asked for it myself, my words excited him, otherwise I wouldn't have come this far. I overestimated the way he and I were getting along, blaming myself...”

“What the hell is going on? Whatever the relationship between you and him, he can't do this to you.” Seasonal warmth pointed at the marks on the neck of Feng Ling that looked like bitten marks, and it wasn't just a kiss mark: “He called it abuse! Abuse, you understand? This is outrageous! ”

Seeing Feng Ling's face was really bad, and it seemed like he had just been bullied for a while. The room still smelled like the man had left before, a hint of tobacco.

Season warm up to open the window and suddenly glanced at the door of the bedroom. She suddenly walked over and saw a mess on the floor of the door. Feng Ling's clothes were torn to pieces. The clothes inside and outside were almost incomplete and were thrown on the floor.

Seasonal warmth wrapped her lips around her, and Feng Ling stood up by the sofa like she was going to pour some water for Seasonal warmth.

Seeing Feng Ling's posture as he walked was a bit twisted, obviously painful and fatal.

“You don't have to pour water, I don't drink.” Ji Wenping said: “Feng Ling, me and Mr. Mo are now your real employers, no matter what relationship you had with Nan Heng, or what kind of trouble you had with me, but you are my person, my people are bullied like this, I'm afraid I can't just watch. ”

Feng Ling still poured the water, put the glass down, then stood by the sofa, raised his eyes to see the season warm, like there was something to say, but his lips moved, or he shut up selectively.

“What are you trying to say?” Seasonal warmth and Feng Ling's condition was really bad, and her instincts seemed to be that she wanted to help herself.

Feng Ling's lips moved again. It took him half a day to barely say a few sandy words: “Mrs. Mo, could you please go buy me a box of contraceptives? ”

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(I haven't seen a good gastrointestinal cold lately. I threw up again yesterday. It was too painful. The words with the medical code were added for many more days. They were all written at night. These two days I really couldn't hold up, Sanganha.