He Jiaming's head buzzed, and his first reaction was that it was over, his brain was blank, the soles of his feet were weak, and he didn't know how he rushed forward.

Sweetheart?

It's not going to die, is it?

was still jumping around just now, and it was obviously Xiaoqiang who couldn't die no matter how much he tossed!

He Jiaming picked up her sweetheart from the water, her hands became cold, her lips were blue, her eyes were closed, and she was not breathing.

"Sweetheart!!" He Jiaming hugged her and roared, pinching her among the people.

However, Sweetheart still didn't respond, and the whole person was covered with a layer of lifeless gray.

In an instant, He Jiaming's heart was like ashes, for the first time in his life, he understood what it meant to die of the heart, just now, a few minutes ago, Tian Xiaoxiao was still chattering in front of him like a nasty little sparrow, but after such a while, this little sparrow will not fly?

"Sweetheart!! you open your eyes and look at me quickly!!Hurry up and open your eyes!" He Jiaming didn't know what to do at all, he didn't even forget to hit 120 like a fool, he just kept shaking his sweetheart's body, trying to wake her up from the nightmare!

Sweetheart's bangs and hair were wet and sticking to her face, almost covering her entire small face, and He Jiaming swept the hair off her face with trembling hands.

Suddenly, he saw Sweetheart's eyes open.

"......" He was suddenly stunned, what is the situation, deceiving the corpse?

Sweetheart took a "poof" and spit out the water that he had been holding in his mouth for a long time.

What the hell is going on with "......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Hahahahahaha......ha

"You just looked stupid!" Sweetheart clapped her hands!

He Jiaming's soles were so soft that he couldn't stand up in an instant, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, and his sweetheart was also thrown to the floor.

"I'm a ghost—" Sweetheart held out her hand to him like an idiot.

"You ......" He Jiaming wanted to roar and kill people very much, "You are so deceiving me?!!!"

Sweetheart was yelled at coldly, and she was so frightened that she immediately stopped making trouble, and she pursed her mouth aggrievedly: "I'm kidding you." ”

He Jiaming continued to roar: "Do you want to die!!!! can this kind of thing be a joke!!!! I thought you were dead!!!! I almost followed you to martyrdom!!!! you idiot !!!!!"

He slammed the door in a rage and left, sitting on the couch panting.

Sweetheart wondered - just kidding, he hadn't been joked before, why was he so angry?

I didn't want to kill anyone when I was kissed by him?

Wait, this guy is He Jiaming?

Thankfully, Sweetheart's memories have finally resurfaced, and it seems that the sobering drink is still somewhat effective.

He Jiaming suddenly lost his temper, after he slammed the bathroom door, the door was half crooked and basically scrapped.

It's so fierce...... Sweetheart had no choice but to take a bath honestly, and she didn't dare to fight He Jiaming's idea anymore.

He Jiaming was still sitting on the sofa sulking, this dead girl is really looking for death, she has to pretend to be dead if she doesn't have to! Do you know that her heart almost stopped beating just now!

That feeling of loss, he will never forget it in his life!

Sweetheart finished taking a shower, put on a bathrobe and went out wet, He Jiaming glanced at her, although she reacted physically, she was very lazy to take care of this little slut.

"Hey-" Sweetheart called him with a blushing face.

He Jiaming raised his hand: "Get out." ”

"Why are you so rude. Sweetheart was dissatisfied, "You brought me here, why let me go." ”

"Lao Tzu is rude to you because you played tricks on Lao Tzu, don't chirp crookedly, go to sleep. He Jiaming's tone was very unpolite.

Sweetheart stood in front of him and tilted her head to look at him, "Then I'm going to sleep?"

"......" He Jiaming was a little reluctant.

"So I'm really going?"

“……”

"Then you're not going to come in, are you? Men and women don't kiss, don't you want- ah!!!!!!!"

He Jiaming suddenly got up and pushed the sweetheart to the corner, he looked at her condescendingly, and the sweetheart instantly weakened.

"What are you going to do?" Sweetheart was completely honest now, "It's okay if I don't joke with you, I just wanted to tease you and make you happy......"

That can also be called happy! He Jiaming couldn't breathe!

Sweetheart's wet little eyes revealed an aura of cruelty, He Jiaming was about to be irritable again, this was simply seducing and letting himself commit crimes, otherwise why would he look at himself with such eyes?

"You want me to kiss you?" he asked.

"I don't want to at all. Sweetheart quickly shook her head.

"Then what are you eager to do?" He Jiaming was speechless.

"I'm so scared, where do I want it!" Sweetheart was even more speechless.

He Jiaming couldn't eat in the face of the cooked duck, this feeling of wanting to eat or not being able to eat was too painful, he reached out and wanted to touch her small mouth.

Sweetheart immediately shrunk her neck.

He Jiaming suddenly felt that he was still very depressed, this was someone else's daughter-in-law.

"Forget it, go back to sleep. He had no choice but to let go of the delicious little snack.

Sweetheart fled back to the bedroom in an instant as if she was about to be amnesty, and locked the door with a bang, guarding He Jiaming like a thief.

He Jiaming pressed the fingerprint password machine outside the door with a complicated mood, and with a "click", the door lock was unlocked.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!" Sweetheart screamed again, "He Jiaming, why did you break into my room?"

"This is Lao Tzu's room, why is it yours? Do you write your name? Even the fingerprints are Lao Tzu's. He Jiaming stood at the door and watched her wrap herself in a quilt into a dumpling.

"What do you want to do?" she showed only one pair of eyes, looking at him as vigilantly as an Afghan woman.

He Jiaming was out of strength: "I just want to sleep." ”

"Why don't you sleep somewhere else?" Sweetheart frowned and asked him, "Don't think you can sleep with me if I drink, I'm not that confused!"

"You're really too narcissistic. He Jiaming was ruthless and carried his sweetheart to the small bedroom next door like a bird, "This is Lao Tzu's room, Lao Tzu wants to sleep by himself." I'm like I'm a minor at 20, why do you think I'm willing to sleep with you?

"......" Sweetheart was just about to refute, He Jiaming had already closed the door first, and after a while, her bathrobe was about to fall apart, I really couldn't stand it, could this little goblin not show a temperament of wanting to welcome and refuse?

Sweetheart pouted, she poured back into bed emptily after the alcohol sobered, her mind was full of Qinglang and He Jing's affairs, God bless Qinglang to come back early, she never wanted to stay with He Jiaming, a freak manic! .

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