Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 705 What did you dream of last night?

The door of the bedroom slammed and was pushed open, vaguely, and a straight voice came in.

The silvery moonlight outside the window can see the man's strong posture.

Lin Xiaomi was ashamed to discover that she actually began to dream again.

She felt a little shameful, struggling to wake up but how she could not wake up.

The man's kiss was very gentle, and I didn't know why, so she suddenly had a bit of nostalgia.

The thin lips kissed her mouth and kissed her. She couldn’t get away and couldn’t hide...

Lin Xiaomi’s thoughts on some frustrations are just a dream.

Anyway, it is not true.

A slight response to the slightest, the man snorted, and instantly anti-customer.

The body is very tight, and the man who has been a four-year-old man can't stand a little pick and tease.

He can bear her forgetting him, but he can't control his close heart. She is clearly at his side, at a position that is within reach, but he can't do it anymore, whenever and wherever he wants to hug and want to kiss. Just kiss, this is a torture that is too cruel.

"Baby, I miss you..."

Leng Yuhuang put her tightly into her arms and felt the existence and temperature of the woman.

For four years, this feeling is like a dream, he is about to forget the feeling of embracing her.

In the dark room, the cold-hearted and obsessed woman looked at her arms.

Driven by the inferiority of men, he increasingly liked the plunder hidden in the dark.

"Baby, you are no longer allowed to leave me..."

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Leng Junlin was awakened by the urine. At night, the juice was drunk too much. The light in the living room was lit. He ran into the cold and bright bedroom and found that he was not there. He just ran out and saw the cold and beautiful from the outside. Come in.

Why is it a coquettish?

In the middle of the night, wearing a nightgown, a look of satisfaction, said to wear a nightgown, but also loosely hanging on the body, the neckline open, revealing a large solid chest.

When the cold Jun Linton suddenly thought of the word "saobao".

"Dad, where have you been?"

"How come it is late, how come up?"

It’s very rare to be cold and beautiful, and the cold Jun Lin feels very strange: “I pee.”

The big hand pressed on his head and gently rubbed it: "Go back to sleep."

After that, I walked back to my room.

The little fat pier stood in the living room, still reminiscent of the cold and beautiful, just very loving touch.

The final conclusion is: Leng Yuhuang is definitely in sleepwalking!

There are so many stinks!

Leng Junlin raised his trousers and yawned back to the room to continue sleeping.

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Lin Xiaomi slept very badly this night, and rightly, he slept very tired.

The feeling of being on the body is like being crushed under the Wuxing Mountain.

Last night, she not only made a dream, but in the dream, the man’s magnetic voice echoed in her ear.

"Baby, you are no longer allowed to leave me..."

With a hint of painful and fierce voice, like a curse, the whole night resounded in her mind.

The messy things in the dream are constantly flashing.

She was lying on the bed, looking at the sky that had already lit up outside the window, and some didn't want to get up.

Struggling for a long time and did not get up, Lin Xiaomi simply indulged himself one day, not going to the magazine.

Thinking about it, I covered my quilt and slept.

When I woke up again, it went straight to noon.

Hungry and screaming.

Because the new move here, I am not very familiar with the take-away around. If I am hungry, I can only go downstairs to eat.

She washed a bit, long hair casually tied a pony tail behind her head, wearing a casual outfit, standing in front of the mirror and looking.

Where is the woman who runs the third, how do you think it is only in his early twenties.

Lin Xiaomi smelled like a mirror for a while, and then took the money out.

When she was waiting for the elevator, the door next door was opened.

I heard the complaint of the cold milk on the milk: "Dad, can you hurry, I am going to starve."

When the voice just fell, the cold Jun Lin saw Lin Xiaomi standing at the door of the elevator. With a small mouth, he rushed over: "Beads, how are you at home today?"

This little fat pier looked at the child is not high, but the quality is too heavy, directly so over, Lin Xiaomi took two steps to stand up, almost fell.

"Beads, what's wrong with you? Uncomfortable?" Cold Jun Lin Biao's little brow, his face full of tension.

"No, it is a little tired." I don't know if I slept too much. How do I feel pain in my body? I was hit by a cold Jun, and her thigh seemed to be a bit sour.

"I didn't sleep well last night?" The low-pitched male voice rang in the ear, and the cold and cold couldn't hear the slightest concern, as if it were just a question.

Lin Xiaomi also nodded casually.

The pony tail behind her swayed up and down with the movement, making her whole person look full of vigor.

The small face that does not apply powder is delicate and can't see any flaws. The pure natural skin color can be as soft as water. At this time, it stands with cold Jun, similar eyebrows, delicate facial features, if not the mother and the child. Maybe it would be thought to be a brother and sister.

"Is it a dream? What kind of dream did you do?"

Lin Xiaomi gave a slight glimpse, a bit of a strange look to the cold and brilliant, she just nodded casually, did not think that he would still chase the bottom.

He was reminded of this, thinking of the shy dream of last night, the delicate little face was red.

The watery big eyes are ashamed and innocent, very similar to the way when the cold king is selling.

Cold and beautiful, the color of the scorpion is deep, and the throat is rolling up and down. I can’t wait to bully her directly into her arms.

But nothing can be done.

Leng Jun leaned his head and looked at Lin Xiaomi with curiosity. He asked: "Beads, what dream did you have last night? Your face is so red."

This speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, Lin Xiaomi originally had some guilty conscience, at this time the little face burned even more powerful, and even the neck followed red.

"Hey, nightmare, especially scary nightmare, like ghost presses, I don't dare to think again, don't you ask if you know, or you will have a nightmare tonight." Lin Xiaomi squeezed cold The little face of Jun Lin, the threat of warning.

Cold Jun Lin is not afraid of being afraid of the small days, the only thing that is afraid is the cold and the ghost.

At this time, listening to Lin Xiaomi scared him, slammed into her arms, her small head licking her leg: "Beads bad guys, you are not allowed to scare me!"

Lin Xiaomi was teased by his cute little appearance: "You are afraid of ghosts."

The elevator was just coming, and the cold Jun was holding her hand with a twist and pinch, and snorted: "I didn't."

The two men walked into the elevator hand in hand, and did not notice that the cold-blooded standing on the side was already black.