Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

Qiao Yi's words, in fact, make no difference.

Su Jinse doesn't struggle in his arms. He lowers his head. Qiao Yi looks at her dark hair dyed into a light orange by the orange light.

More or less a little bit of Psychedelic color.

She bowed her head and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you'll die."

Then, she looked up at him with a teasing smile: "you died too early, it's meaningless."

Su Jinse's appearance is light, except for a smile, there is no other expression on her face.

But Qiao Yi can feel the strong hatred.

He pinched Su Jinse's chin. Now people have a sense of reality in their arms.

And just now on the boat, even if Su Jinse sat opposite him, it was like an ethereal shadow.

He cold heavy Mou son stares at Su Jin se, she has no fear to face.

Suddenly, Qiao Yi bends down and kisses Su Jinse's lips.

His lips were cold with snow.

Maybe their lips were too cold. For a moment and a half, the snowflakes didn't melt.

The snowflake in his tossing lips gradually lost its edges and corners, became a snow bead, rolling between their lips.

No matter how Qiao Yi kisses her, Su Jinse neither struggles nor pushes her away. There is no reaction, like a sculpture or a plastic dummy.

Qiao Yi sees Su Jinse's eyes. Her eyes are always open. There are cold waves flowing under the light orange.

It's like a frozen lake. You can see the fish moving downstream of the ice, but you can't dig through the thick ice because you have no tools in your hand.

Simply lost sexual flavor, Qiao Yi leaves from Su Jin SE's lips, stopped back.

She is still the same expression just now.

She suddenly lowered her head and took out a wet tissue from her bag. First she wiped her lips carefully, and then she took out a hand cleaner.

She wiped it very carefully, for fear that there might be Qiao Yi's smell on her hands.

Just like he used to.

When Qiao Yi meets someone she doesn't like, she will wipe them with a wet tissue in front of each other.

Then will knead into a small ball of paper towel throw away, forming a beautiful parabola arc.

After all this, she came out of Qiao Yi's arms, and the corners of her lips were still full of smiles: "it's a long time since we met again. The way of greeting Mr. Qiao is really special."

Qiao Yi looked at her familiar and strange face, fixed her eyes on the Phoenix on her neck.

Su Jinse thought that he wanted to ask why he had tattooed himself like this, because she was tattooed by a master. Under his ingenious technique, he could not see that these tattoos were tattooed on scars.

But Qiao Yi just looked for a moment and didn't ask.

Their eyes are intertwined, and they are all strange shadows to each other.

Su Jinse was a little tired, covered her mouth with a handkerchief and yawned: "go, good night, Mr. Qiao."

She walked past him and heard Qiao Yi's voice with the whirring wind in her ear.

"I'm very interested in cooperating with President Su in the project of Yuxi mountain."

"There are too many people who are interested. Are you sincere?" Su Jinse didn't look back.

"Of course."

"It's no use just talking." Su Jinse just stopped and went on ahead.

Qiao Yi stands in situ and looks at Su Jinse's back, walking farther and farther in the turbulent wind and snow.

Her gray cloak puffed up in the wind, like a jellyfish with a bulging stomach.

Beautiful, fantastic, but I don't know if there is poison.

Maybe a little sting will poison you to death.

What makes Su Jinse a poisonous creature?

Or is she toxic?

"President su." She is about to walk out of Qiao Yi's sight. He shouts: "how can we count sincerity?"

At last she stopped and turned around. She was wearing a cloak hat, and her small face as big as a slap was almost hidden in the cloak.

Her voice passed through the heavy snow to Qiao Yi's ear: "guess“