The man looked at the little woman with innocent eyes, looked at her face full of resentment, scratched his heart, and told the truth: "Actually, that time I kissed you, I became with my own body, and this time, you wait......"

In order to prove that her little woman has always been innocent, Mo Junxie turned around in a circle, and the little white face turned into a demonic demon.

He reached out and pinched her face, and reached out to pull her body into his arms: "Baby, look, I am not your favorite evil. ”

Forehead......

She found that the man was getting more and more stinky and beautiful, and more and more narcissistic.

"Lord Wang......" Outside, a respectful call sounded out outside the end that dragged out the end, and the angry and angry call sounded suddenly.

Hearing this, Ye Zhimad's goosebumps fell to the ground.

She looked back, and several tall figures were printed outside the doors and windows.

Among them, two black figures dangled in front of the door, seemingly guarding their master, King Anyi.

No, if the King of Anyi in front of him is really Mo Junxie, then where did the real King of Anyi go by him?

"Mo Jun Evil." When she turned back, she saw that the man had returned to the state of the king of ease.

Although he is too stunningly beautiful, he is still a man with a little symbol, and that is the body of King Anyi.

He was tall, strong, tough, and stiffly tied.

This is probably Mo Junxie's own body.

Because when you touch it with your hands, it feels the same as before.

He knew what she wanted to ask, and before she asked, he explained a sentence to her: "Don't worry, I am sure of doing things, the real King of Comfort is now chic, he wishes I would like me to take his place for the rest of my life, let's go, don't make people wait." ”

Before leaving, he bowed his head and kissed her heavily on the forehead.

As the king of comfort, he also hopes that these days in Los Angeles can give her a stable and peaceful life.

After all, in this continent that tends to be inflammatory, people still look at your clothes while you have strength.

In Los Angeles, there are many powerful families, and any small family can pinch a person to death.

It is a common thing to kill people, but local officials turn a blind eye.

If you are killed, you deserve it, and if you crawl out of Los Angeles alive, it means that you have the ability.

Ye Zhimad is a person who is easy to pull hatred, and he has to pave the way for her first.

The door opened, and there were no less than ten guards dressed in a very comprehensive manner and a sissy chief guard, all of whom bent down and called respectfully: "Lord Wang." ”

"Alright, alright, get out." Mo Junxie was afraid that their momentum would scare Ye Zhimad, so he waved his hand impatiently.

The sissy guard raised her head and stared at Ye Zhimad, the woman behind Mo Junxie.

Mo Junxie is a very possessive person, even if others take a look at Ye Zhimad, he will not ask for permission.

Junyan was cold, his mixed body exuded a cold aura, his face tightened, and he said indifferently: "Go back." ”

"But this ......" before his prince said to go out for a walk, and then he came here, but he broke into the inn directly.

In fact, it's nothing to break into the inn, and the most terrible thing is that the prince of his family rushed into the guest room without knocking on the door.

Coming from behind, Wei Li couldn't push the door no matter how much he pushed.

And then that's what they saw.

The prince of his family brought out a beautiful little girl from the room.

The king of comfort, who has never been close to women, makes his subordinates confused.