Mr.Fu's White Moonlight

Ji Nanchu bited the back alveolar, forced back his tears, lowered his voice, and said to Fu Shimo helplessly.

Fu Shimo is a rough stone. No matter how good she is to him, he is full of malicious speculation about her.

Fu Shimo's eyes were even more furious because of Ji Nanchu's words. It was like the sea raging by typhoon.

"At the beginning of Ji Nan, do you admit that you have approached me by any means?" Fu Shimo's ferocious voice, the dense cold pressure toward the beginning of the southern season.

Divorce, she wants to kick open like this, divorce like this, but don't even think about it!

Fu Shimo's black eyebrows are beating, and his hands are clasping. I wish I could strangle Ji Nanchu now.

shit！

Now when Fu Shimo thinks about the plot of Ji Nanchu, which made her close to herself successfully, he feels disgusted. His stomach is twisted up, and countless disgusting acid water is pouring into his throat.

Fu Shimo's eyes are scarlet. He stares at Ji Nanchu fiercely, and questions with fury: "Ji Nanchu, do you forget my warning to you, or do you think my words can not be taken seriously?"

Ji Nanchu's hand was pinched by Fu Shimo. It hurt as if she was going to be broken. Her face turned white abnormally. She was already in pain, and now she has no strength to struggle, and she doesn't have the victory on her tongue.

"Shimo, you were in a coma in the bathroom yesterday. Your question has dropped to 35 degrees. I can't call anyone. I have to drag you back. Your temperature is recorded on the thermometer."

Ji Nanchu tried to explain, but his voice was hoarse with pain. He only asked Fu Shimo to let her go.

Fu Shimo threw Ji Nanchu's hand to the ground. There was no pity at all. Although there was a carpet on the ground, it was only a thin layer. Ji Nanchu was hit by her painful hand and head, which made a dull sound. Her eyes were full of stars and her brain was blank.

Originally already weak and tired body, because of Fu Shimo's rough treatment, like being run over by a car, pain and weakness, a little strength can not be used.

Ji Nanchu's breath is weak, and he hears Fu Shimo's cool voice with cold ice. He bumps into Ji Nanchu's ear heavily: "so what, even if I die, I don't want to be touched by you!"

Ji Nanchu's breath is another meal, death, would rather die than let her touch?

How disgusting it is!

Ji Nanchu knew that Fu Shimo didn't like her very much. Last night, she had thought that there would be such a consequence. But she thought that if Fu Shimo's body was good, he would at least think that she didn't have any malice?

Unfortunately, reality is reality, cruelty makes her unable to resist.

"I'm really sorry. If you feel dirty, wash it. If not, I can't help it." Ji Nan Chu sat up and picked up some of his displaced clothes.

Since Fu Shimo has talked about this, what else can she say? There is a purpose, and there is a purpose without a purpose. What is right is wrong, and what is wrong is even more wrong.

He has the final say.

Fu Shimo choked slightly.

Yes, of course, he thinks Ji Nanchu is dirty and dirty. In his opinion, he doesn't want Ji Nanchu to touch him.