Sweetheart,Don't run away

Instinctively, she hurt him. "It's not easy for you to be hurt by me. If so, you should have been hurt by me five years ago

"You're not cute at all." Locke complained. "I'm helping you now. Don't you have to cooperate with me? If you don't cooperate with me, how can I help you. Wait a minute, if you show your flaws, you'll have dinner with me for nothing tonight. "

Aimeng slightly lowered his face, then kept that posture, raised his eyes again, and blinked at Luoke, a shy and timid look. Then he laughed.

Luo Ke didn't look up at the moment, but he obviously felt that a look was stabbing him like a knife. It's estimated that Mo Yanke will go crazy when he looks at this.

Although it's just acting, this woman is so attractive that I never thought that even after five years, she is still so beautiful.

The peach like scarlet face, now in the light of the light slightly, with a trace of ambiguity, vaguely seems to still have a fragrance; the red lips, because of the purity of red wine slightly brush, watery moist, as if just been loved. People can not move their eyes, he grabbed her little hand, this is ambiguous kneading, at this moment, uncontrollable use of force, will hold her hard.

"Mengmeng, you are so beautiful."

The hand is slightly stiff. For a moment, I don't know what to do. Although I also know that Luo Ke is just looking for someone to stimulate Mo Yanke, the situation is a little embarrassing.

She was a little stunned and noticed that Luo Ke seemed strange, which made her have the impulse to stop. But she also thought, deliberately angering Mo Yanke, this is agreed, if you give up now, not all previous achievements are wasted, she just want that man to know that he is not the only man in the world who is good to her.

He had such a messy past. She looked upset, but he didn't explain it. When she thought of the crying expression of every fence fall, Mo Yanke would be soft hearted. She was slightly unhappy.

"Mengmeng, put your face together."

Luoke is like a devil, bewitching and bewitching Aimeng.

She body a Leng, Luo Ke wants her head to turn over, that is to want to kiss her. When she was thinking about whether to do it or not, she had the figure of the tall and strong man in the corner of her eyes. She felt certain, so she put her face close to her.

"AIMUN."

A sharp drink, sounded in the quiet and elegant French restaurant, immediately attracted a lot of attention. AI Meng was so called by him, pretending to be very surprised, but he felt a cloud covering her, and then something soft rubbed her lips.

She was startled for a while, immediately turned her head and looked at Luo Ke in surprise. Suddenly, her eyes were wide open and some of them didn't respond. What's the matter with her. What happened just now? I was kissed. What's the matter. Is not that good acting, she does not understand the cover of his mouth, looking at the man in front of him.

But he laughed like a cat that stole fishy, but his tone was innocent. "Mengmeng, I didn't mean to. You suddenly turned around, so you just kiss me. I'm sorry."

Just such a word, immediately made the atmosphere more tense. Aimeng suddenly felt that something had really happened. She didn't expect that he would really kiss her. She really just thought that it was acting. There was no room for other men in her heart, and Mo Yanke was the only one. The reason why she would dress so beautifully and sit here was just to vent her unhappiness in these days. Of course, this unhappiness was caused by this man.

Because of the man's attitude to the fence, because of the woman.

But now, she felt that her scalp was numb, and the result was obviously beyond her expectation. She thought, at most, when she was about to kiss her, she cut it off.

But now I really kiss, even though it's just a brush, I'm still touched. My mind is a little confused and a little scared. Because she didn't have to look at the man, she could know what he looked like now. It was estimated that he was going to kill people in a gloomy way, and her face was absolutely gloomy.

Mo Yanke, who strode forward, pulled her up from her seat impolitely and glared at her severely. She opened her mouth and tried to explain something, but when she looked him in the eye, she suddenly felt that it didn't matter. He strained his eyes and looked at him coldly. As if not afraid at all.

The man frowned, and she immediately turned away. I don't seem to want to say or explain anything.

He frowned again and looked at the woman. Even if she was angry, she couldn't be so angry that she ran out to have dinner with a man and laughed so happily. But he couldn't see whether her expression was real or fake. Then suddenly, she took the wet towel and wiped it heavily on her little mouth. She even wiped the lip gloss on her red lips. Not much make-up of her, today actually also slightly put on a little light makeup. As soon as I saw this, I felt more and more angry.She looked at him coldly and did not speak. The man's face is taut, and his face is also very ugly. The strength of his hand is a little heavy. The white wet towel rubs her red lips so hard, and then rubs her red.

Looking at him, Edmund grabs his arm. She knew what he was thinking. She just wanted to wipe off the mark on her lips, but it was so slight that it wasn't a kiss at all. But his past, he didn't know how many women he had held in his arms or how many women he had kissed. She just made a little bit of it. He made such a fuss and her face became pale It's not good.

She doesn't want to care about his past, because who doesn't have the past, but does he want to be so domineering every time, only allowing himself to make mistakes, but not allowing others to make a little mistakes? She even feels that her freedom is gone, as long as he has a little contact with a man, the man will become crazy. She didn't like that.

His past, so messy, she did not say, so many women, what young model, what star, he did not believe, those women and he is just a simple hand in hand between this kind of, adult game, always so erosive, she knows all this.