Immortal Wife is Too Sweet: Master, Please Let Go!

In other words, it didn't mean to throw people down, even slightly closed the fingertips, feeling the strange touch from the palm and finger pulp.

After a few breath, he always deep dark, can not see half of the emotion of the narrow Phoenix eyes, slip through the puzzle.

"Little thing, why did I impulsively come out of the meeting room to find you just now, and why... You are not really her?"

At noon, the sun is slightly warm, and when the stars light up his beautiful and handsome face, you can see the warm feeling of his cold and incomparable eyes because of confusion

Yes.

The next second, Jun Mo remembered Rong Qianxi's words, and the warmth in his eyes gradually cooled and almost dissipated.

And his question.

Ye Li, who is sleeping soundly, naturally can't hear or answer.

Heart warm gradually cooling Jun Mo, cold eyes a MI, suddenly release the right hand.

With a thump, Ye Li's feet hit the ground heavily.

Then there was a shallow snore

Jun Mo: "yes, I do."

And the change of posture, really also let night glass feel uncomfortable, Du light thin lips, dissatisfied with the babble.

"Oh, don't make a noise, or I'll beat you!"

"Ben Xian?"

Jun Mo's cold eyebrows wrinkled slightly. What is this.

"What kind of fairy are you?"

Ye Li's response is to move her face, looking for a more comfortable place to sleep.

Jun Mo: "yes, I do."

Finally, he didn't release his hand, slightly raised his head and called "Ji Lin" to the empty air.

With only one breath of effort, there was a slight change in the air. A young man with a delicate and lovely face but a numb face appeared in the air.

It was the wooden man who took Junmo away from shengsisi ward before.

When Ji Lin appeared and saw a sleeping girl leaning on her chest, she was so frightened that she almost fell out of the air.

The wooden face split in an instant, and the look of the trowel in his eyes was almost the same as that of song Jiuyang.

It's hard for him to stand still. He is always silent. It's hard for him to speak much.

"Jun Shao, you... How can you hold someone?" This is a woman, mother's!

Jun Mo micro side Mou sees him, the vision is cold and perplexed, obviously this problem he also wants to know very much.

Season approaching, a wooden shake.

"Return to the king."

When Junmo appears in the modern sunlight room with night glass.

Ye Xizheng is wearing pink leopard pajamas, wearing a striped white leopard earmuff, humming a little tune, like a peerless dancer, gracefully taking a whirling dance step.

Junmo:

Ji Lin: do you really want to have a look at his motherly side?

Yexi a beautiful roundabout, also saw them.

Complexion that call a calm self, used to.

But the next second it broke.

The reason is the things that Jun Mo holds in his hand.

He pulled off the earplug, a face of nervousness and fear, ran over in a hurry, and his voice was a little shrill, "Jun Shao, how can you hold her? Give it to me quickly

Jun Mo is still a face without wave appearance, only in see he stretched out his hand to come over of moment, brow and invisible wrinkle.

Almost subconsciously, she leaned over and strode toward the elevator with the girl in her arms.

Ye Xi with both hands lost

So I watched the elevator door close slowly, and I watched the elevator go straight up to the fifth floor - well, that's junshao's exclusive floor.

Suddenly there is a sense of loneliness that my husband has grown up. What's the matter?