my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 519 Minako Called
But his eyes became more and more gloomy, seeing her black and white being scattered on the white pillow, his cheeks turned crimson from the non-stop laughter, and the pajamas on his body slipped a little because of dodging, revealing a beautiful spring.

"Xiaomo, you are so beautiful."

Lan Mo was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes, saw him getting closer, her nervous heart beat, and when she could see how many eyelashes he had, she suddenly shouted: "Guan Zichen!"

This shout quickly brought the distraught and infatuated person back to reality, he asked helplessly and frustrated, "What's wrong?"

"Where do you want to take me to play tonight?"

Guan Zichen glanced at her, quite upset, "I'll talk about it later," leaned over, and kissed her forcefully.

So, once again, a certain person was completely eaten, and the lust disappeared. She was quite satisfied and punched him, "Big pervert, do you only have that kind of thing in your mind?"

Sure enough, this guy was a flirt in the past, it seems that she has to make a plan for him and let him restrain himself, otherwise it will be her who suffers.

"Little sheep, I never pretend to be that kind of thing in my mind." He raised his eyebrows ambiguously, still leaning on her.

"You!" He wouldn't be a pervert if he didn't pretend.

"Because I only do it, haha, Xiaomo, do you still want to go out at night, otherwise we won't go out."

"No, I have to go out, get up quickly." Lan Mo shouted anxiously, a fool could understand what was behind his words, she was caught by him all morning, so she didn't want to accompany him to continue to degenerate .

"Oh, okay," Guan Zichen let go of her rather reluctantly, and Lan Mo immediately rushed to the bathroom wrapped in a sheet, as if afraid that he would change his mind.

Guan Zichen laughed loudly, and when he heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom, he got up and opened the curtains, and the evening wind blew in, making people wake up instantly.

It was just the beginning of the lights, and from the presidential suite of this hotel, it was also a beautiful view.

He was out of focus, the phone rang, and he took it out impatiently, but frowned instantly, it turned out to be that woman again.

Glancing at the bathroom, he leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and picked it up with a low voice: "Miss Miyai?"

"Brother Chen, you never call me that. I like it when you call me Minako." Minako on the other side of the phone was looking through the nightclubs that are most suitable for Japanese high society.

(End of this chapter)