The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

Song Jiujiu was shocked by what he thought.

"Do you think Shen Bai might like Xia Bing?"

Fu Tsai's hand on her back stopped. He didn't think about it. From adulthood, Shen Bai is the nature of playing flowers. She has always been a friend to Xia Bing. It should be impossible.

"Song September, can your brain hole be bigger?"

Song September heard Fu Tsai say so, the corners of her mouth turned away, a woman's intuition.

"What I fear most is that Shen Bai's Playboy image is just pretending. In fact, he is a very affectionate man. Fu Zai, if Shen Bai really likes Xia Bing, will he come to deal with me because of Xia Bing?"

Fu Tsai's eyes are deep. She wants to tell this person that she thinks too much. Shen Bai can't like Xia Bing. They have known each other for so many years, but they have never found any signs. The other party can't hide it so well.

However, he still had to answer song's question, so he could only pat her on the head.

"No, I know Shen Bai. Maybe he will hide some things, but he will never do anything sorry for me or hurt you, because he knows how much I care about you."

Caught off guard by such a confession, song September's face some blush, a head into Fu Tsai's arms.

"I hate it. You're dead."

Fu Tsai's body was stiff, and she wanted to throw the woman out.

"Fu Zai, I will accompany you all my life."

Song September suddenly lowered his voice and said so, the breath of the spray sprinkled on Fu Tsai's neck, warm and ambiguous.

Fu Tsai wants to push the other side's hand to pause, and his heart softens.

"Song September, did you make up what brain?"

Song September shakes his head, not her brain tonic, but this man really cares about her.

"Song September, you are a little strange today."

Fu Tsai looked at the man who didn't speak. He was afraid that she would think of something and move himself to tears, so he patted his hand on the other side's back.

After shooting for a few minutes, she pulled her eyes out. I didn't know why. She wanted to smile. She stretched out her fingertips and pinched her face. She felt very soft and felt like a steamed stuffed bun.

"What's wrong with me?"

Song September's voice is stuffy. In addition to a cold today, is it OK as usual? Why does this person say she's weird.

Fu Tsai's hands held her face and looked at her face.

"It's ugly."

As soon as this sentence came out, the feeling of song September's brewing was completely dissipated. He wanted to strangle the man, but if he was strangled, who would spoil himself.

Can only forward a lunge, in his lip bit, after wiping his mouth, found that one bite is not enough, and another in the neck of the other.

"You have a cold. I don't want to mess with you tonight."

Fu Tsai said so, picked her up and put her on the bed directly after going upstairs.

"Go to bed early. If you do that to me again, we can do something else to make you sweat."

Song September's heart a shake, immediately pulled the quilt to cover himself.

A smile flashed in Fu Tsai's eyes. He turned to the study to deal with the documents. In fact, his face was a little hot. Every time song Jiujiu got angry, he couldn't help feeling numb.

This woman is really Lakota.

……

Sheng Jue frowned. He was not a man of high spirits, but the woman's suggestion was worth considering. He always wanted to do something to crack down on Fu Tsai's rich family.

Fu Tsai has power and power. These two things are the two things he disdains most. So even if he takes all his power, he will not frown. But if he steals the woman he loves, he will go crazy.

Thinking of this, Sheng Jue has a trace of pleasure in her heart. She grabs Sheng's hair hard and sees the red finger print on her face. The abnormal pleasure is even stronger.

"I really didn't expect that women's tactics to deal with women would be so terrible. If they die, they will have to take a back seat. Now you have made me look at you with great admiration."

Sheng Lianshan's mouth twitched, and she bowed her head and stopped talking. Although her hair was still grasped by the other party and her scalp seemed to be pulled off, she could not feel the pain. As long as she could pull song September into the swamp, it would be worthwhile for her to die.