Chief husband, strong love!

"Didn't ye Shengting tell you everything? You can't guess it yourself?" When Mu Shen looked at her with a smile, "she has more skills than you."

Mu Xi'er bit her lip and shook her head, "that's not me. I don't know. Brother, I really don't know. That's not what I want."

"Are you afraid I misunderstood?" He glanced at her faintly.

The woman didn't answer, but she defended.

"All right, don't explain so much." Shi Mu looked at her long red brown hair and her lovely lady's long skirt and looked away. "Do you know him? It's not important. But he may come to you at any time."

"He has nothing to do with me. I won't pay attention to him!"

Mu Xi'er's determination didn't matter in his ears.

When Mu Shen pulled a smile from the corner of his lips, "you just go with him. As long as you can succeed, I can't stop you."

Mu Xi'er saw him go into the room until his back disappeared.

Her lips turned white and her face was much paler than before.

A question stuck in my throat still didn't come out.

It's no use asking.

He has nothing to do with his sister, and she shouldn't have asked.

She was just a little envious when she saw it.

I envy her that she never needs to be so careful when talking to her brother, and that she casually mentioned that she was knocked on the head by him. His first reaction was to ask if it was still painful.

Mu Xi'er shuddered and closed his fingers tightly.

The most envious thing is that she was drugged and locked up with her brother.

But he tortured himself and didn't touch her.

Mu Xier's slender eyelashes were stained with a little crystal.

No one knows him better than she.

There was no choice at all last night. He didn't touch himself because he liked himself better.

Those who don't cherish will trample and spoil at will, and those who love will be reluctant to touch.

That's not a love, just a desire.

The moment he finished, he even left without stopping.

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Before leaving, Shen Anran would be able to hide his neck from the neck with the cover of the concealer.

The man is just a light hearted, "the child won't ask so many questions. It's better to give you more medicine."

Ankle injuries can be blocked by trousers and boots.

The binding marks on the wrist are still purple and red.

Even wearing long sleeves, it's easy to be seen with Xiao Jiu these days.

She put down her cosmetics and came out and took the ointment just sent by her subordinates back to her hand.

"I'll come." Yeshengting finished processing an email, put down her mobile phone, took the ointment in her hand and coated it carefully.

His eyes stared at the two circles of marks, his eyes were cold, as if he wanted to remember them deeply in his heart.

Even if it was only a false alarm yesterday, all the sins she suffered had to be recovered.

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Enron sat on his lap, "OK."

It hurt a little. She didn't say it.

In those years in London, she thought she had at least exercised very well.

But it's really easy to be spoiled.

When you take care of yourself, it seems that any setback is no big deal.

It's not that she hasn't been in danger. She didn't say a word before the people who admire her deeply came.

Now it's just a trace. When he asked, he really felt a little painful.

It's getting more and more delicate.

"I'll avenge you when things are found out." Yeshengting put down the ointment and scraped it off her nose.