"Oh?"

Facing the man's deep black eyes, a trace of anger appeared in the eyebrows raised lightly, and the red lips seemed to be raised: "But I haven't seen him for three years, not only is he blind, but he has also learned that the wicked sue first?"

If you want to pretend not to know, it has to be Ling Jingyue first.

It has been half a year since Ling Jingyue returned to Jingcheng, intentionally or unintentionally, it is such a square city, and the two have never seen it once.

Ling Jingyue bent the corners of his lips, and the hot breath sprayed in the pinna of Liu Mei's ears, ambiguous: "I thought that you wouldn't think that Han Zihang knew about our relationship." ”

"I'm related to you...... Hmmm......"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Mei was dragged into an embrace.

Ling Jingyue's big hand clasped her thin waist tighter, and through the shallow summer clothes, he could feel his scorching temperature.

The pupils of the willow eyebrows constricted, and he kissed him fiercely......

Different from his murderous kiss, those deep phoenix eyes had a hint of evil smile, and he admired her weak appearance in his arms very much, and couldn't suppress his desire to bully her.

Seeing his thoughts, Liu Mei's beautiful little face became even colder, and he bit Ling Jingyue, the fishy sweet liquid spread in his mouth, Ling Jingyue gasped, instead of reined, he became more and more presumptuous.

It's more like a confrontation.

After a long time, Ling Jingyue let go of her contentedly.

Looking at Liu Mei's thin red and angry little face, Ling Jingyue licked his pale thin lips, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled: "It's the same as before, it's very sweet." ”

Liu Mei sneered lightly and said disdainfully: "It seems that Qiao Ruolan is really not your girlfriend, and her kissing skills are as bad as that." ”

“......”

"It doesn't matter if your kissing skills are bad or not, I can kiss you. ”

Ling Jingyuejun's face sank slightly, hugged her, and the two were so close that they almost kissed again, and whispered, "Your reaction just now is obviously telling me that you like it very much." ”

The physical contact, Liu Mei was a little displeased, and said in a cold voice: "This is the women's bathroom, can you get out." ”

"So what?" Ling Jingyue raised an eyebrow, his big hand was slightly forced, and Liu Mei's whole person was pressed against his chest.

Her heart thumped, and Liu Mei breathed.

Ling Jingyue wrapped his arms around her waist, and his hot phoenix eyes were dangerous: "I'm going to get divorced, are you still afraid that Han Zihang will know, I'm your man?

"Ling Jingyue!"

"I miss you so much. Ling Jingyue was not afraid of her anger, and bit the tips of her small ears, unable to suppress her affectionate thoughts: "Eyebrows." ”

"It's a pity, I don't want to remember your rotten bed skills at all, it's really unappetizing. The curvature of the willow eyebrows and red lips was dangerous and indifferent, warning him: "Ling Jingyue, don't be boring. ”

Pulling out the hand he was holding, Liu Mei pushed him away and walked out of the bathroom with a blank face.

Ling Jingyue turned to stare at her back, the curvature of her thin lips was very cold, and she was playful.

Isn't it fun to talk to yourself?

Meimei, you're still so dishonest!

......

When Liu Mei returned to the box, Han Zihang was already playing with them, playing with the dice cup.

It was Chu Xuan who reminded Han Zihang that he noticed her coming back.

"Tianxian's face is not quite right. ”

Something is wrong with your face?

Han Zihang couldn't help but glance at Liu Mei more, and said in his heart: Aren't you still with a dead face? What's wrong?

Although he thought so, Han Zihang was still pushed to Liu Mei by Chu Xuan.

Han Zihang secretly scolded Chu Xuan for not being righteous, he finally came out, and pushed him to die, but in front of Liu Mei's face, he didn't show it stupidly, and asked with concern, what's wrong with her, okay, why is she unhappy.

Liu Mei's recent state is indeed different from before.

What is the reason, Han Zihang knows better than anyone else.

It's just that he didn't dare to think about it and ask more.

The slender legs of the willow eyebrows were folded, the jade hands smoothed the folds of the skirt at will, and the eyelashes were lazily raised, with an unknown meaning: "Do you think I'm unhappy?"