Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

This hateful man had better not appear in front of her. She hates to see his arrogant appearance and his arrogant and contemptuous expression.

Did he come last night? When she had a nightmare last night, when she felt that she was going to fall into the abyss, she felt as if someone had pulled her to avoid the panic of falling. Was that him? Did he save her?

She remembers that she also fell asleep on the table last night. She remembers very clearly that she didn't go to bed. It must be him and he took her to bed again.

Thinking that maybe the unknown person who visited in the middle of the night pulled her, her mood was broad and cheerful. As long as she thought of him, her mood would suddenly get better. Suddenly she thought of something,

Bai Nen's cheeks suddenly turned red, and then opened the quilt. She couldn't even wear her shoes. She ran to the table barefoot. The cold chill came from the floor, but she didn't pay attention. Now what she cares about is, did he see the sentence she wrote last night?

When she took away the Paperweight, the words on the rice paper jumped into her eyes. Wow... What beautiful words. Compared with his handwriting, her words were disgraced and lost to the Pacific Ocean,

She finally knows what it means to compare people to people and the dead. She will really be compared to death by him. When her words are put together with his words, people are simply a gorgeous flower, and her is too shabby even as a foil of other people's green leaves.

When that sentence came into her eyes, her face suddenly turned red, as if smeared with rouge. She quickly pressed the paper on the table, and her heart jumped like a deer.

After a long time, her heart beat was not normal, but she couldn't help but pick up the paper and put it in front of her. Looking at the handwriting that made her envy, and the words that made her blush and heartbeat, her heart jumped uncontrollably.

If she hadn't written that sentence with temptation first, she would think he was a disciple, but would a disciple write such beautiful words? Although it's just a short sentence,

But through this word, she saw a natural dignity. She thought he must be a person with identity. As long as he has identity, he will write such a word.

But no matter how noble his status is, can he defeat the tyrant? Whenever she thought of him, she would hate her teeth itching. When she saw him, she wanted to come forward and bite him hard.

Don't think about the tyrant again. She thought he would only make her lose her appetite. She stuck the rice paper tightly on her chest and suddenly gave out a neurotic low laugh. He really existed. She thought it was an illusion of her neuroticism, but now the sentence in her hand has proved that he really exists.

When Ming Xiaochen wrote that sentence last night, she already felt very bold. She was still worried that if he saw it, she would think she was a * * slut, but she didn't expect his reply to be more hot and bold. She couldn't help but feel her heart beating red on the ground.

With her tender cheeks red, she laid the rice paper flat on the table again.