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When she said this, her eyes floated everywhere, but she didn't want to look at him.

And Li tingjue's eyes looked at her skirt. She really came barefoot. The girl was hard spoken.

His big hand clasped her hand, his eyes cold and reproachful.

"Why don't you wear shoes? Are you afraid I'll die? Don't worry, I'll never die for you and the children."

Zhan Hei's eyes stared at her. She was more and more uncomfortable. How could she be so anxious just now? She forgot to wear her shoes and was known by him. It was a shame.

Mo Qingyan took a deep breath and her lips were cold.

"Yes, I just came to see if you're dead? Otherwise, they all said it was my responsibility. I'm afraid the Li family will settle with me."

After that, she took back her hand. Li tingzi looked at her cold face. It was really stubborn.

"Put your shoes on."

He gave a little roar and stared at his slippers.

Mo Qingyan stepped back and sat on the sofa.

"No, I like walking barefoot."

Hard spoken

Li tingjue sat up straight and stepped on his next foot to get his shoes. Mo Qingyan saw the blood reflected on his injured leg and knew that the injury was not light.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She got up and grabbed his hand, afraid that he would get out of bed.

The little face is wrinkled. I'm obviously worried about him.

In fact, Li tingjue also hurt. It hurt badly when he moved, so he was honest when he was caught by her little hand.

"Put your shoes on, or I'll put them on for you myself."

Mo Qingyan glanced at him, "I didn't find you so fond of taking care of closed things before. I'll just wear it."

She reluctantly put on his slippers. His feet were too big, so she put them on. It was too funny.

"Lie down."

She ordered coldly, and Li tingjue lay back obediently.

He held Mo Qingyan's hand. Mo Qingyan wanted to smoke back, but he held it tighter.

Mo Qingyan stared at him angrily, "Li tingjue, you let go, I'm leaving."

Since he can't die, she can rest assured.

Li Ting had a hard time holding her hand. Don't let go when you die.

He locked her with deep eyes. "Don't go, stay with me."

Someone said grimly, and then held it tighter and tighter.

Mo Qingyan was really angry with him. He pinched his hand. It was green, but he still didn't let go.

"Li tingjue, if you don't let go, I'll bite you."

Is this guy's hand made of stone? Pinched like that, he still held it.

In fact, someone is most afraid of her choking him. It hurts to death, but he is reluctant to let go.

Mo Qingyan saw that he still didn't let go, so he bowed his head and bit up. Li tingjue frowned slightly, and his other hand pressed her into his arms.

The fragrance of her body filled her nasal cavity. Li tingjue loosened his frown, and he closed his eyes comfortably.

In the past three months, he thought about her all the time. At this time, he could hold her in his arms, as if all the pain had disappeared.

Mo Qingyan fell into his arms. The terrible sense of familiarity invaded the whole body, as if every cell of her was welcoming him. This sense of familiarity was too terrible.

She released her mouth from biting his hand and looked up.

"Li tingjue, you go too far."

No matter she pinched or bit, he took advantage of her like nobody else.

Li Ting Jue lifted his lips and smiled, "as long as you can relieve your anger, bite and pinch at will, I can bear it."

His rogue appearance makes Mo Qingyan more angry. She moved herself to get up. But Li tingjue snorted, "little smoke, if you move again, you will be responsible for the consequences."