Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

The man soon sat up straight, and his face was still light, as if the kiss just now was an illusion that made people doubt whether it was true.

The air conditioner in the car is still blowing warm air, and Mo insists that his slender fingers are beating the steering wheel, and the bottom of his eyes is unfathomable.

Maybe... The time is good.

Mo insisted on knocking on the steering wheel and looked at the girl sitting in the passenger seat.

He opened the car door, made a detour to the co pilot's side, and then bent down to carry the evening star out.

Night star's sleep is very heavy. She just moves her body, whines and rubs against her chest. This familiar sense of security surrounds her, which makes night star not want to wake up at all.

Mo insisted on walking with long legs, holding her steadily to the door.

After hearing the doorbell, the servant ran out quickly, "Mo Da Shao?"

Then, she put her eyes on the late star in Mo's arms, and her voice was even higher. She was surprised and said, "Miss, she..."

Xu's servant's voice was too loud. Mo insisted with a slight frown, "just fell asleep."

With that, he looked down at the girl in his arms and found that the line of her jaw eased after she was still not awakened.

At night, Mo insisted on wearing a black windbreaker, angular, the body's aura is just face to face.

The servant shrunk his neck, nodded his head, gave way and whispered, "OK, please come in."

Sheng Xia is sitting in the living room playing games. When she hears the sound, she turns her head and looks at it. She is so surprised that her chin is about to fall off? I'm playing games to the point where I'm hallucinating? Is that you, big brother? "

Mo insisted on the attitude of the late star before how cold, how do not remember the old love, but she saw really, how today... Her little late star was held back by the big devil?

In the face of midsummer's exclamation, Mo insists on turning a deaf ear, even without a glance, holding the body of the late star straight to the second floor.

It's a trough. It's a trough.

Sheng Xia jumps down from the sofa, and then follows up, sticking to the corner of the stairway and peeking.

See Mo adamant light car is familiar with the way of the evening star to embrace into her room, with the foot hook on the door, the girl gently on the bed, the quilt pulled up.

"Well." The evening star turned over and whispered, "Mo insists..."

Mo insisted on the body of a fierce meal.

She called his name in her dream.

Did you dream about him?

The next second, the girl's aggrieved voice with a dream is to say, "you don't leave me..."

A little cry.

What kind of dream is she having?

Mo insisted on standing beside the bed of the evening star and quietly looking at her, suddenly slightly bent over, stretched out the back of his hand and gently rubbed the cheek of the evening star, "I dream of crying in front of me, are you a little crying bag?"

His heart was in a mess when he cried.

The girl in the dream can't reply to him.

Mo insisted on standing up straight, raised his wrist and looked at the time. After he covered the quilt of the late star, he went out.

I just reached for the door handle, but I found it couldn't turn at all.

His thin lips slightly pursed, and deepened some strength.

Outside the door comes Sheng Xia's complacent laughter. The girl is leaning against the wall and playing with the key in her hand. "Do you find that the door can't be opened?"