Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

Ye Qingqing was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Mo insisted that he would suddenly make this move.

What is he going to do?

Is he going to kiss her?

Ye Qingqing is overjoyed. Instead of struggling, she leans into Mo Zhiyan's arms.

"Wow, Mo Shao, what are you going to do to us Qingqing?"

The people around us immediately began to roar.

"Kiss one, kiss one!"

"It's so strange that we are finally willing to touch women!"

The sound of everyone's teasing and frolicking continued, and the atmosphere suddenly reached a climax.

Mo Zhiyan and ye Qingqing attracted almost everyone's attention.

Young holding Ye Qingqing's chin, his mind has been echoing "finally willing to touch a woman" this sentence.

Somehow, this words fell in his ears, more ironic, like laughing at his two years of expertise.

Everyone knows that Mo insists on being romantic. There are countless women around him, but none of them has touched him.

No one knows why.

Mo insisted on breathing deeply and lowered his head to coagulate the red lips close at hand.

Kiss it.

As long as he kisses it and takes the first step, he can really regard Ning Wanxing as a past tense.

Never pay attention to her again.

Ye Qingqing raised his small face and breathed out at him like orchid, which was an inexhaustible inducement.

Everything is just like the slow motion of a movie, with all the people around standing still.

He lowered his head.

When there is a short distance from ye Qingqing's lips, he suddenly stops.

The lines on Mo zhiyanjun's face seem to be drawing heavily with a black brush, and the outline casts a shadow.

He suddenly stood up straight again and pushed Ye Qingqing away, "roll!"

Ye Qingqing stumbles into the sofa beside him, filled with disappointment.

She struggled to sit up, eyes eager to follow him, "ink less?"

Mo insisted on walking out in stride, lips pursed into a cold straight line.

He pulled his tie while walking.

Left a group of ignorant human, look at each other.

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WOW——

The water is constantly flowing.

Mo insisted on standing in front of the washing table, holding up the water and throwing it on his face. After several times, he pressed his hands on the edge, raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

blamed!

He doesn't care about ningwanxing.

Don't care!

These days, every time reason is about to collapse, Mo insists on using these words to brainwash himself.

Bang——

He lowered his head, suddenly another fist hit the mirror, the mirror instantly burst lines, his angular face divided into many.

"Mo insisted?"

A surprised voice suddenly rang from behind.

Ji shengxia walked forward inconceivably, "how can you be here? Isn't Wanxing sick and feverish? She said that someone helped her move, someone sent her to the hospital, that person is not you? "

Mo insisted that the Mou color one coagulates, turn head to look, "you say she how?"? What's a fever? "

"I have a cold. I called her just now, and she told me on the phone. I'm going to find her, and she won't let me. She said that someone was with me, so I don't have to worry. I thought you two were together.

Wait a minute. You two are not together?

But I heard other boys' voices on the phone

Cold... Fever... Other boys' voices

This a few words, let Mo insist on a moment to settle in place.