Li Xingle was still smiling lazily and lazily, but there was clear indifference in his eyes.

Li Buyan originally squeezed out tears, but when he saw him stretching out his hand, his handsome face was smiling, his expression was cold, and he suddenly began to feel aggrieved in his heart.

I really feel wronged!

Why should he have to come up with ideas?

Who does he think he is, God?

Li Buyan crossed his hand, leaned back flexibly, and took out a five-centimeter-long Fengli sharp knife from his bag, which was unusually bright under the light of the light at the door of the hotel.

Li Buyan's sharp knife edge was aimed at Li Xingle, "Don't force me, I haven't done anything to anyone else, I don't have any sense of proportion! I'm not old, she knows where the human body is deadly, I don't know!"

Li Xingle turned his big hand and held her slender wrist with a slight force.

Bang!

The sharp knife fell to the ground.

Li Buyan's wrist hurt her little face wrinkled, tears fell down, her small mouth was biting tightly, and her big eyes were staring at him!

She will remember this face, the most over-the-top man she has ever met!

"Who are you using this trick against! Girls, what kind of knives and guns are you playing!" Li Xingle pulled her hard, and Li staggered out of the car.

Her body fell, Li Xingle snorted coldly, lifted her up, and carried her on his shoulders.

Li Buyan's head was congested and swayed, should she be glad that she was wearing pants, and her skirt was exposed!

Li Buyan was too quiet.

Li Xingle's big stride slowed down and put her down.

Red-carpeted corridors, dimly lit, and the occasional pedestrian walking by.

Li Buyan leaned against the wall, and above her head was an artistic painting, a half-exposed woman, by the river.

Li Buyan is very beautiful, and when he heard her name for the first time, that sentence appeared in Li Xingle's mind - Tao Li Buyan is self-contained.

The pink and tender little face is not the beautiful color of peach blossoms, the moist lips are like peaches, and the big eyes with teardrops should be the peach petals after the rain.

Li Buyan bit his lip, and his thin lips were red.

Li Xingle remembered the pink peach blossoms and beautiful stamens, and occasionally the petals would be a little red.

"Little Lizi, don't you know how tempting you are like this?" Li Xingle slammed her against the wall, his handsome face was close to her pretending to be a strong little face, and he exhaled like an orchid, "I can't help but want to eat your ......"

"Don't, don't ......," she squeezed out three words.

Li Xingle touched her hair, different from Tang Sui's short chestnut hair, her hair was black, long and straight, very soft, like soft satin.

Such a cute little girl, how can she be the daughter of her uncle!

If not, how nice!

Li Buyan couldn't understand Li Xingle's eyes at the moment, maybe tears hazy her eyes.

She blinked, and said in a weak voice, "Mr. Li, can you let me go?" I swear never to challenge your authority again!"

He has a fart authority, and it's all lewdness!

Li Buyan cursed in his heart!

"Heh......" Li Xingle wrapped his fingers around her hair, "Little Lizi, we are all so familiar, you still call me Mr. Li, should you be punished?"

Li Buyan swallowed his saliva and punished a ghost!

Who did he think he was!

Narcissist!

Neuropathy!

"Li Xingle?" Li Buyan scolded in his heart, and shouted tentatively.

"You're really not good...... Li Xingle loosened his fingers, pinched her jaw, and gently groped his fingertips, his thin lips close to her lip flap.