Traps Of Love

"Good! But your hair isn't dry yet. You'll have a headache when you sleep like this. " Mi Xiaoya sighs and says helplessly.

She got up and got out of bed with a dry towel and a silent ion dryer.

When Mi Xiaoya goes to bed again, she finds that Chu Zixuan has fallen asleep again.

In the moonlight, Chu Zixuan's charming face was beautiful and blurred. Her red lips didn't even remove her make-up. The gorgeous colors had a kind of silent charm.

Mi Xiaoya gently put the pillow under her body, and carefully used the hair dryer to gently dry her wet hair.

The movement is as gentle as touching a sensitive sika deer in sleep for fear of waking her up.

Her soft and delicate fingers, a little bit through Chu Zixuan's hair, carefully combed, and then dried, and then moistened hair dew fine rub. After waiting for her to finish her hair,

got out of bed again and took the makeup mask. She gently put it on Chu Zixuan's face and gave her a make-up.

Bing Bing's cool mask, like silk, fits the skin, moistens and breathes.

Chu Zixuan turned over comfortably and put her arms and thighs on the Swan quilt. She could not help raising her lips.

"Xiaoya, you are so virtuous that you are almost my mother." Half awaken, she could make complaints about her dream.

Mi Xiaoya's heart suddenly missed a beat, can't help laughing, eyebrows are sweet tenderness.

Does she look like a conscientious mother?

Can she really be a qualified mother?

The answer may not be clear, but if she does have children, she thinks she must be the happiest person in the world.

Because, that's her and aze's children -

thinking of this, MI Xiaoya's mood is like the dense mist in the shadow, the first sunshine in the morning, filled with warmth.

I'm looking forward to it.

"Virtuous and virtuous, you didn't force me. You are the one who loves to be beautiful most, but you only care about being beautiful outside every time. Since you start to make up at school, you often forget to remove your make-up! "

Mi Xiaoya gently reproached, "no matter how good the cosmetics are, when you go to bed, you must not be afraid of trouble. You must unload them clean, or you will not need your skin."

as she said, she carefully took down the mask on Chu Zi's face, and then inspected it several times to make sure that it was unloaded.

"Ah - I see! I see! "

"Xiaoya, we will be together all our lives." Chu Zixuan, charming and coquettish, turned over again, holding Mi Xiaoya's shoulder and sleeping peacefully.

Mi Xiaoya is a little stunned, thinking of this sentence seems to be her favorite to say to her mother when she was a child.

Mi Xiaoya's mother, more gentle than her a hundred times, and even launched a fire, are gentle whispers of truth.

So, when Xiaoya was young, her favorite person was her mother.

In addition, at that time, MI Yuancheng was on a business trip all day and hardly saw anyone, so Mi Xiaoya always took her mother's hand before going to school and said, "Xiaoya, I want to stay with my mother all my life and never separate."

In a daze, MI Xiaoya's mother has been dead for many years.

About her death, MI Xiaoya found that she still had a lot of confusion and confusion.

However, now Xiaoya has accepted the reality of her mother's death.

She felt more and more that a person's life is a long journey, different scenery, different fork, there will be different choices.

Some people will go, which means there are some people.

Whether it's carnival or Yu's solo journey, there are always too many sorrows of separation between one after another.

But there are some people, like the dust settled after the waves.

The more experienced the storm, the more firm it is to make people understand each other is the best friend.

A good story should be told to people who know you better at this time.

For example, MI Xiaoya and Chu Zixuan, even though they haven't met for so many years, even though they have experienced so many ups and downs,

as long as the two sisters get together again, it's like the past, flowing out the most beautiful melody

Washington, USA.

The villa of Corleone, the former black godfather of the Mafia, attracted two unexpected guests.

Kurokawa yuexuko is carried by Chen Hongtu and comes to this gloomy room almost like a ghost house.

Since the Corleone family died here and the house was taken back by Gongmo, it was sealed.

Because the death of Corleone's family was so tragic that many Mafia insiders had nightmares at the scene, so it was completely abandoned, and almost no one would come.

However, Yukiko Kurokawa knew that even if there was no one, Miyamoto would come.

Gongmo is the most elegant and noble angel she has ever seen. It is the most gloomy and dirty place in the world. With him, it can instantly evolve into the cleanest holy land."Xunzi, can you really wait for Arthur here?" Chen Hongtu sits down on the sofa with half of his face wrapped in gauze. His face looks particularly grim and terrifying.

The furniture in the room was in a mess, and the bloodstain was wiped away. It seemed that the bloody smell of Corleone's family who died that day could be heard in the air.

"Arthur didn't send anyone to clean up the villa, which means he didn't intend to sell it." Yukiko Kurokawa glanced around the abandoned house, her eyes became complex and positive.

A smile rose from the corner of her mouth, and her black fingernails rubbed on the blood stains left on the sofa like touching the lover's skin. "So, he will come."

Chen Hongtu sighed dejectedly, "Xunzi, the most important thing for you now is not to wait for Arthur, but to find a way to cure your leg."

Yukiko Kurokawa's face was suddenly cold. His eyes were as cold as a cat. They stared at him and scolded, "you are hating me for being lame?"

"If you dislike me, go away at once! I said long ago, I don't need you, a monster with half a face

She said, do not need him this monster to follow!

This is the biggest joke in the world!

She didn't think about it. Who in the world would he protect before his half face would be blown up!

Chen Hongtu's heart suddenly fell into the ice cellar, and his long suppressed grief and indignation poured out.

He can't help rushing to her, grabbing her hand angrily and yelling, "you're driving me away!"

"Don't forget, if I didn't find the smuggled plane, you wouldn't have come to Washington alive!"

"In your heart, Arthur is the only one, but what do you think of me?! Is it a dog that comes and goes at once? "

Anger boiling, he squeezed the cold and white hands of Yukiko Kurokawa.