I Possessed Iron Man

I Possessed Iron Man Chapter 199

The two girls sat back in dejection and were about to start scolding, but when they saw a pile of USD on the table, they swallowed the scolding.

After counting, there were more than 6,000. They were overjoyed. They didn't get shot, and they made money. It was really one move, two gains.

The jade tree was standing outside, and the snow was getting heavier. Spidey suddenly shivered from an environment of more than 20 degrees to minus ten degrees.

Having a taxi, Spidey went back to the rental house, maybe because of the alcohol, he didn't have the usual insomnia and fell asleep.

Ye Qingyang?

I have been driving a Mark 4 mecha for a long time. Spidey's growth is not overnight. He will never be able to experience that special feeling until he is that age. Life really needs experience, and there is no time. If you do precipitation, the experience of others is just empty talk.

This is the first stage snow that he came to Marvel World, how to say it has to be more meaningful, wandering in the night sky of New York, watching the snowflakes constantly falling from the sky, he is a little confused.

"Paul, call me-"

Suddenly, he stopped talking because in this brief moment he didn't know who to call, phone list There are many soulmates in him, but none of them can really get close to his heart and make him open up.

It's like a midnight dream, you drink too much, who do you most want to call?

Wife?

Friends?

It's still the same woman——

In the end, Ye Qingyang chose to dial a number

“Betty?”

“Why? darling?"

Betty's voice was languid, apparently just waking up from her sleep.

"I have cigarettes here, do you have alcohol?"

Ye Qingyang's unshakable appearance appeared in her mind, and her heart burst into flames.

Betty looked at the flying university outside, stretched comfortably in the bed and said

"Not only wine, but also beauty."

Ye Qingyang reckoned that if there was no moon tonight, he would have been roared towards the sky and turned into a werewolf.

"Full speed horsepower!"

Ye Qingyang's voice trembled a little, he felt that if he didn't move, he would explode!

An hour later, Ye Qingyang also leaned on the head of the bed lazily, with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling the changing shape in his hand, Ye Qingyang felt that he had returned to reality. world .

Sure enough, men become philosophers when they are idle, and only when they are busy will they not think about things.

Betty climbed out of the quilt and wanted to return the mouthful of Wangzai milk to Ye Qingyang, but after several attempts, Ye Qingyang held her head down and was unable to move.

Betty Ross turned over and spit out the expired milk under the bed with a small mouth, and then said dissatisfiedly

"It's so unfair, you can only give it to me, but you are not allowed to give it to me. You—"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Qingyang bit her small mouth.

The high-pitched soprano overwhelmed the cold wind whistling outside, and danced in the sky above the community with a crazy drunk state. I wonder if she woke up the next door neighbor who was still in a sweet dream.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute-"

Betty's voice choked, as if a silver bell sounded lightly in her ear, Ye Qingyang's soul seemed to be lying on a sheet that she couldn't break free from. The love net of her, immersed in her dense perfume scent, quiet, soft and erratic.

Betty's face was flushed red, like drinking a hundred-year-old wine.

Ye Qingyang ignored Betty's obstruction, put her lips close to her round earlobe, and kissed the crystal pendant. The round and jade-like ears were more crystal clear and near-transparent than crystals. Overwhelmed by her jet black hair.

Ye Qingyang also buried his face in the hair, he took a deep breath, the fragrance of the hair mixed with the fragrance of the body, making Ye Qingyang seem to be sucking a tablet, I don't know how old.

The shady screen outside the window hangs low, and the dark clouds are densely covered. The strong wind gathers the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the city, the snowflakes are like soft silk threads, connecting the whole piece of Heaven and Earth.

The pure white, soft and weak snowflakes are like Betty in Ye Qingyang's arms at the moment, trembling in the wind constantly, being blown into the sky for a while, and seeming to be caught in the air for a while. muddy.

Her voice was intermittent, if there was nothing, just like the gurgling water under the ice, more like the whimper of the cold wind blowing through the eaves.

Chapter 129 Borrowing Someone

Ye Qingyang now incarnates as a Great Demon sorcerer, pinching the mountain in his hand into a small lotus in the Jiangnan water town. sharp horn, and then pinched it into a northern jasper and made it as tall as a tree.

But Ye Qingyang is not satisfied with the mountain peaks, he prefers the exquisite and changeable female, under the palm of Ye Qingyang, from cold to hot, and gradually the volcano erupts, just like the surging river. It is continuous, like the flood of the Yellow River, out of control.

Betty no longer struggles, the two souls are detached from the body, intertwined in this sky-filled university, converging, lingering sadly, and lingering sadly.

Tonight, Betty completely transformed into Ye Qingyang's shape.

In the early morning, the winter sun came in through the gaps in the curtains, Ye Qingyang raised his hand dissatisfied to block it, but the sun still leaked from his fingers and shone on Betty's strip of quilt exposed outside. on the thigh.