"Han Qi boiled some porridge just now..."Jun Qingyin looked at the crimson little face that had just woken up with a light speech, it was so cute, he suddenly pulled it, making her fall back to the bed again, leaning over to look at her flushed cheeks, her eyes flashed a little smile, and her voice was hoarse, "I'll help you bring the porridge." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Sadness can become extremely fragile in the face of tenderness.

Jun Qingyin came to the front of Qingyan again, stared at her, and said in a doting and sexy tone, "Be careful of burning." Qingyan didn't dare to look into his eyes, the affection in those eyes was too lethal, and she was afraid.

Jun Qingyin looked at her still pale little face seriously, and her big hand unconsciously stroked her cheek, and her thumb wanted to rub a little rosy on her pale cheeks. The sudden tingling sensation on his cheeks made him stunned, and he realized that this action between them was too intimate.

"Jun Qingyin ......" shouted softly, with a slight panic in his tone.

Jun Qingyin also noticed her abruptness and withdrew her hand, "I'm sorry." He smiled lightly and shook his head, not minding any longer.

Jun Qingyin looked at her deeply, "If you want, I will take care of you for the rest of your life." His words were slow, and every word came clearly into the ears of the whisperers.

The air condensed all of a sudden, and he didn't know how to answer, just when he was silent, Han Qi suddenly pushed the door in, and saw the two of them, their eyes shining like light bulbs, raising their hands like lucky cats, and smiling, "Yanyan, let's go to Beihai to relax." ”

"Good. Wait, I'll be right out. Qingyan couldn't wait to take over.

Looking at the evasive gaze, Qing Yin smiled faintly, exited the door, paused, and turned her back to her, "What I just said is serious." "I was stunned for a while, I don't know why, I just believe that he can do it and do what he says.

North Sea

Surrounded by green trees, clear water, and swaying willow branches, the scenery is picturesque.

"At that time, I felt hollow for the first time, I was never so helpless, his departure seemed to take away the trust in my heart, and I felt lonely and scary." Looking at the white tower in the distance, he slowly recalled the pain in his heart during this time.

On the surface of the lake, where the water waves like a mirror, there is a small boat, and where the boat floats, it leaves a series of water marks, and the sun shines, sparkling.

"Later, he told me plainly that I was just an idle toy, a fascination with a thought, but I still fell in love with such a man." Whispering slowly, the wound in his heart has long been scarred, but when he touches it, it still hurts faintly, and after waking up from a dream, his heart and soul have been broken. Han Qi held her cold hand, trying to warm her.

Looking at the blue color of the lotus pond, reminiscing about prosperity like a dream, and seeing through love and hate, "I finally understand that in this world, there are only stories of love and non-love." He smiled back lightly, "Now, I can see it thoroughly, that, the love that once was." "Gu Mingxuan, give her gentle pampering and take her from hell to heaven. She always thought that this happiness could last forever, but she never thought that those good things were just a game for him to torture her, and she finally understood how ridiculous her death was.

Sweeping the clear pool, love is undead, and the water waves are rippling and lonely.

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"What's the matter?" Quietly holding the phone, his face was as usual.

"Where are you now?" There was a faint nervousness in Xiao Yan's tone.

"Outside."

“SHit！ Go back right away. Also, don't go out alone these days. Xiao Yanli shouted.

"What's wrong?"

"The old man of the Gu family should think that you are in the way of his prospective daughter-in-law, so he sent someone to teach you a lesson." There was contempt and disdain in the cold voice, and there was a faint hatred.

A group of strong men with unkind faces suddenly appeared at the intersection, and they whispered "click" in their hearts, secretly screaming, "Xiao Yan, it seems that something really happened." Suddenly a group of people came, I ......" She tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, maintained a calm complexion, and pretended not to care about leaving. Unexpectedly, the group of people slowly began to surround her, and her body trembled slightly, suppressing the fear in her heart, and began to look for an opportunity to escape.

Seeing the two muscular men rushing towards him, he slammed the leather bag hard, the strong man covered his eyes and roared, and his petite body took advantage of a breakthrough to escape from the encirclement. "Stop, stinky girl!"

"Speak lightly! Ye Qingyan ...... "There was a sound of fighting on the other end of the phone, Xiao Yan panicked, and rushed out of the office with vigorous steps, and there was only a murmur left in the mobile phone.

"Surround this woman!" However, the weak words who had just recovered from a serious illness were physically exhausted, panting and holding on to the big tree, looking at the approaching strong man, the forced light words became more and more nervous, the nails were buried deep in the palms of his hands, and the heart was ruthless, and the narrow heel kicked the man's body fiercely, and the angry strong man raised the dagger in his hand and cut it towards the light words, and the light words instinctively covered his head and squatted down.

"Stop!" A figure as fast as a whirlwind flew in, the man used his left shoulder to protect the woman who was squatting, the dagger pierced the suit on Gu Mingxuan's left shoulder, and the blood stained the white shirt inside the torn suit.

"Young master!" A group of people looked at the bright red blood beads on the knife and looked at each other.

Looking at the shocked faces of the people in front of him, Gu Mingxuan covered his wounds, waved his hand, and motioned for them to leave, "I'll talk about it over there, old man." ”

Holding the man's waist, smelling the bloody smell of tobacco mixed with the man's body, inexplicably safe, and whispering that the tears that had been suppressed rolled down with relief, perhaps, at this moment, she really understood that her heart, lost, can never be recovered.