Ex-Girlfriend Blackens Every Day

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"Canary ..."

Her eyebrows spread slowly again, as Cuishan breaks through the moon. Lin Lang looked at him, "Mr. Na once knew that this canary is also called Hibiscus."

Mr. Rong kept his face calm and said nothing.

"Several days ago, my husband collected several volumes of long stories for me."

She suddenly mentioned something, "There are a few words there that made me very happy."

The female voice said slowly, "Furong should plant the pond shore, and water is better. If he planted it elsewhere, there will be no abundance." Emei tweeted, her tone became lighter, "I remember Mr. said with a smile If Lin Lang is a hibiscus, Mr. Mr. will order that deep pool of water. It will not be covered by the sea, nor will it flow east to the sea. It will be quiet and quiet. Let the waves and flowers accompany you and watch the summer stream.

Her tears endured for a long time, but after all she shed.

A sharp sword cut a fierce blood mark in his heart.

"These words ... does your husband also coax me?"

"Correct."

He answered without hesitation.

"This ..."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled lowly.

I don't know who is laughing.

"It turns out that I am the only one who is passionate."

Her dark hair fell on her waist, and she no longer looked at Mr. Rong.

Pale fingertips touched Shao Qinghe's face, rubbing slightly, and itchy.

Shao Qinghe saw the miserable coldness in her eyes.

"I have fallen in love with two people in my life," she said calmly.

He frowned.

"The former person, we share wind and rain with troubles, I always thought he was my life-time trust, in the frost and dew night, he will get up to tuck me in the quilt. When the love opened, he gave me a wooden comb, The man didn't say that he was concentric, but I blushed and wanted to answer the rest of my life. "

Shao Qinghe stared at her.

The colorful peach petals touched his lips, and he tasted astringency.

After touching, they parted briefly.

Lin Lang's fingers slipped from the cheeks to the neck.

"The latter man, he is also a teacher and a friend, taught me to win people's hearts, taught me amorous style, but did not teach me how to distinguish his hypocrisy and hypocrisy. My performance today, I am sure to disappoint him." Self-deprecatingly said, "That day I talked a lot, but also when he saw the blood-thawed weapon."

"I want to come now, but it is my throat that is cut."

Mr. Rong was numb and unimpressed. "I am very grateful to Rong Jiu for the love of Miss Shi."

Lin Lang lost her voice.

"You like him so much?"

The young man burst out.

Shao Qing and her **** pinched her chin, and there was a chill in her eyes, "For a big man like him, a woman is just a icing on the cake for him, with or without, it will not affect him. You like it He is nothing but a **** in his hand. "

Lin Lang turned her head, "Is the chess piece?" She hung down her slender neck, and he instantly thought of the wicker with the spring breeze blowing.

"That's good too."

Her voice was dry, and she pretended to laugh, "At least I still have value, that's good."

Is it?

Are you so obsessed with him?

Shao Qinghe felt a strange feeling in his heart.

As the shadow approached, Lin Lang suddenly felt a pain on her lips. The young man wrapped her neck and shoulders with one hand, and the long legs were inserted between her knees, forcing her to hold the person to stabilize the crumbling body.

He gnawed her lips out of control, leaving no trace to swallow her clean.

Mr. Rong watched her sleeves tremble, fingers extended, grasping the edge of the sleeve tightly, but had to restrain himself.

She was afraid.

Shao Qinghe pressed her against the door frame, and the heavy gasp sounded like a boulder pressing against him.

"Tear--"

Jinbo's tearing sound suddenly sounded, and the air was frozen.

The beautiful snow in that half stung Mr. Rong's eyes.

She was obviously more flustered, turning her head subconsciously.

Mr. Rong is also watching her.

"Don't ..."

The weak breath made both men's nerves tense.

The hands under Mr. Rong's sleeve robe squeezed tightly, showing a vein of blue veins.

Extreme.

Almost reaching the limit.

"Please, don't do this ..." She took the initiative to bury her face in the young man's chest, begging dumbly, "Please, don't be here at least ..."

So how could an embarrassed and cheap scene be seen by her husband?

Shao Qinghe looked down at her, her shoulders and neck were bluish-purple, timid and delicate, which made her feel pity.

"Why, do you still want to keep the last decent in front of him?" His big palm fell on the thin neck, "You seem to have forgotten, who is the one to ask for help."

She shivered in her arms and bit her bleeding lips.

"Please, Master ..."

Shao Qing and his eyes sank and finally picked her up.

She raised the young man's broad shoulders in one hand, without resistance, and followed him into the house.

Mr. Rong's face twitched slightly.

Until she looked back.

At that glance, it was a farewell.

She seemed to want to laugh, and her mouth was pulling hard.

After all, it is futile.

Mr. Rong looked at her open and closed lips, his blood frozen in an instant.

"Brother, thank you.

"Also, take care."

He deliberately insulted her with words, angered her, why not want to save her?

She knows everything.

Her husband always cherishes her.

Therefore, even after seeing through, he still cooperates with his performance.

Because, he was the ninth brother she had long believed, the man who hung the beloved pocket watch on her chest.

Pocket watch, one person, one life, the heart's desire, never leave.

He wanted to fulfill her, and she wanted to fulfill him.

Mr. Rong suddenly smiled.

He helped the ground to stand up slowly, ignoring the injury and staggering towards the two.

Those misty eyes first showed a dull look, then shook their heads.

Don't.

She conveyed this message of resistance and exclusion.

Mr. Rong got a shot in the waist, even though he was wearing a black shirt, he still saw the eye-catching blood stains. His hands were stained with his blood and coagulated a little.

The man walked a few steps forward, and then the faster the faster, the more intense the run.

A decision to move forward.

Even if he knew that there was a dead end in front of him.

Lin Lang's eyes widened in horror.

She burst into tears.

Shao Qinghe naturally heard the footsteps behind him. He turned around and looked at the man who was a few steps away from him. He was very calm.

"Boom--"

A sharp gunshot fell through.

Because Lin Lang jumped from him, he pushed away people fiercely, and also made his aim deviate.

"Nine Brother!"

She opened her arms like the snow that was about to melt in the bright sun, and ran towards him without looking back.

Even if there is a cold killer behind him.

Ruyan reluctantly.

He caught the canary flying towards him with a smile. Her temples were scattered, her skirts were wrinkled, and her cheeks were wrinkled, but he swore—

It was definitely the most beautiful moment he had ever seen.

Mr. Rong has not hugged people so tightly for a long time.

The man ’s shoulders stretched out, and he gathered the man he regarded as a treasure into his arms. He held Lin Lin ’s waist in one hand, and held her head in the other, deep into his chest Stuck. If he can, he really wants to rub people into the bone blood, regardless of each other.

Shao Qing and expressionlessly pulled the trigger.

Aim at Lin Lang.

Mr. Rong saw it, hugged him, and turned around gently.

"Boom!"

This shot, unavoidable, hit the man's thigh straight.

Blood flowing.

Mr. Rong's body cannot restrain spasms.

"Nine Brother? Nine Brother!"

Lin Lang was shocked, her little bloodless face was terribly white.

"I ... all right."

With the help of Lin Lang, he reluctantly stood still. There was a bag of white powder in his palm, which was the arsenic / frost he had just picked up.

"Don't be afraid."

The man's expression eased a lot.

In his entire life, he has been ups and downs in the chaotic world of the flames of fire and flames. He has seen Jin Ronghua. He has heard the **** of bamboo and bamboo. Looking back now, everything was trance-like like yesterday's old dream. On the contrary, it was holding her warmth when she fell asleep, and it was more alive.

Mr. Rong bit the packaging paper and swallowed the white powder with a big mouth.

She looked at it without stopping.

In the last few mouths, he faced his mouth and gave Lin Lang.

She dipped the powder in her mouth like a little kid stealing pastries.

He chuckled lightly and leaned over to lick her lips.

Unprecedented tenderness.

No one has seen Mr. Rong's tenderness.

Many people think that Mr. Rong's confession is the ultimate emotion he can express.

"Don't be afraid."

He repeated the statement clearly, even though his forehead was sweaty with beans.

"This time, Nine Brother is with you."

Mr. Rong's expression restored his former calmness.

As if in front of him, the sky is just a trivial matter.

"You know, your ninth brother's skill is not bad, if the bull head and horse face dare to move you thick, I must beat them even my father and mother can't recognize them." The tree will be decadent, and there is also a breath of no anger.

Lin Lang burst into tears and smiled.

"Nine Brother is naughty again."

Mr. Rong smiled when she saw her, and there was blood on the corners of her mouth.

Lin Lang was exhausted, but he could no longer support people, and the two fell back.

Mr. Rong folded his arms together and always hugged her tightly.

"Cold?"

he asks.

The weather was unexpectedly warm today, and his snow-white face was fainted with a light pink.

"A bit."

Lin Lang responded in a low voice.

"Then hold on tight."

"Ok."

Mr. Rong did not know why Shao Qing and He did not continue to shoot, nor did they come to separate the two. But he is already a dying person, and he has no clue to ignore that much.

He just wanted to hurry up and look at her a few more times.

Just a few glances.

A childish moo came from a distance.

The wind and the waves of wheat were silent.

Mr. Rong lowered his neck strenuously, trembling, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and gnawed gently.

Afterwards, he laughed happily like a sneak attacked teenager.

Mr. Rong has always had a calm atmosphere, but he rarely has a mischievous side.

Lin Lang giggled in his arms.

"Itchy."

The blood penetrated into the soil little by little.

Mr. Rong seemed to feel no pain, tightening her tighter.

"Furong ... It's better to plant the pond shore, and the water is better. If ... if it is planted elsewhere, there is no charm."

Mr Rong murmured.

He hasn't read many books. Before he became a big man, his life aspirations were nothing more than to be a blacksmith or an hunter. When Mr. Rong looked at those ancient verses, he felt the whole brain hurt.

But there was a young lady who couldn't hold back the scroll. She was born in a famous family, and she liked the splendid articles better. Mr. Rong was so angry that she learned a few points in the weekday.

This sentence is also because of her joy, he secretly remembered for a long time before memorizing.

"Brother Fool." She smiled and corrected, "It's absolutely nothing."

Mr. Rong seems to have heard it.

It didn't seem to be heard again.

Yunxu in the sky was winding around one by one, and slowly swam away.

His pupils began to dilate, and there was a gentle smile on his lips.

"Come ... If you are Hibiscus in the next life, Brother Nine will be the still water under your roots, warm in winter and cool in summer ..."

Do not beg Ze was born.

Not willing to go eastward.

Brother Nine, painting the ground as a prison, always guarding you forever, okay?