Who am I?

Who am I?

Who's going to take you?

You're crazy, you.

I am.

Jessica threw the phone out directly, puffing out her cheeks angrily, "It's none of my business that you're drunk!" ”

The breath rises and falls, the contour of the chest becomes more and more obvious, and it is casual to wear it at home, but unfortunately no one appreciates the excitement of this moment.

"Sister, guess who I met today?"

Zheng Xiujing, who returned home, threw away her shoes, took off her shirt and pants, threw herself on the sofa, and lay on the sofa and kicked her feet, saying while kicking. Then her gaze shifted to her sister's angry face, and she stopped abruptly.

Seeing her sister's ghost-like expression, Jessica's expression softened, "Who did you see?" ”

"What, what I, no, really no!"

"Okay, okay, it's not for you."

Zheng Xiujing's mouth moved, and she smiled stupidly: "Is Mr. Weng Tingjun injured?" ”

Fang just met Weng Tingjun, and a strong smell of medicine came from him, hasn't he recovered after so long?

"Hurt?"

"yes, I see a big swollen piece of his left arm, and I can see it even though he's wearing a long shirt."

Jessica frowned, injured? She couldn't help but think of the day Weng Tingjun confessed, she pulled Weng Tingjun's hand, and he frowned.

and yesterday in the steam room, Weng Ting deliberately covered his left arm-

"Bring the notebook."

"Oh."

Zheng Xiujing obediently took the notebook, my sister's painting style changed abruptly, what is this?

Jessica didn't have time to pay attention to the little ninety-nine in her sister's belly, picked up the notebook and quickly typed in 2012-9-18Tiara Hong Kong Kowloon showcase.

The link switches here.

The screen glowing with white light reflects Jessica's beauty.

After searching for a long time and there was no relevant information, Jessica became more and more uneasy, and at this moment, her hand holding the mouse paused, and her pupils shrank.

On the night of September 18, 2012, the Royal Police of Hong Kong #Detective cracked a case of trafficking du, and the criminal was ambushed on the spot.

This news is nothing, it will happen tomorrow all over the world, but will such a coincidence happen?

From the night of the 18th to the 21st, Weng Tingjun has not been able to contact him, which is one of the reasons why Jessica is angry with Weng Tingjun.

"I'll go out!"

"Sister, where are you going! Ouch. ”

"Go to the dorm."

"Oh."

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"Oba just killed him!"

"Kill him."

Weng Tingjun followed a group of young people who didn't know each other to dance on horseback in the square, and now young people always stay at home, either lying or sitting every day, how good can the lack of exercise be? Exercising more when you have nothing to do is very helpful to your health and sex #life.

"Kill him!"

"I'll kill you!"

Jessica looked at Weng Tingjun, who was twisting his ass and jumping around, and almost raised his foot and kicked over.

"Calm down, calm down!"

……

"Take your clothes off."

Seeing the murderous aura in Jessica's eyes, Weng Tingjun immediately took off his shirt without saying a word, but immediately thought of his wound and paused, "It's not appropriate here, right?" ”

"Three—"

"Two—"

"I'll take it off, I'll take it off."

Weng Tingjun quickly took off his shirt, he has been exercising regularly if he has nothing to do lately, and now this body is not strong, but it is not as thin as before.

Jessica covered her mouth and looked at the injury on Weng Tingjun's left arm in disbelief.

"What are you doing at 8:37 p.m. on September 18th?"

"I-" Weng Tingjun pursed his lips, his eyes met Jessica's sparkling eyes, and he sighed and said, "Go and save people." ”

"Save whom?"

"My sister Park Ji-yeon."

"Really?"

Weng Tingjun nodded vigorously, he didn't lie, but omitted part of the facts.

"You bastard!" Jessica's eyes were red, and tears fell down the corners of her eyes, "You liar, you lied to me again." ”

"How do you make me like you? How can you make me promise you? You're always like this, what should I do? What do I do in the future? You sue me, you bastard, you sue me! Jessica cried as she punched Weng Tingjun in the chest with a pink fist.

"You're always so self-righteous, you're always like this - you're always like this, I hate you, I hate you!"

"I'm sorry!"

I'm sorry!

As soon as the words fell, Weng Tingjun directly picked up Jessica from the driver's seat, tightly wrapped her in his arms, smelled the intoxicating fragrance on her body, stroked her three thousand hairs, and let her sobble on his chest.

Jessica raised her head and looked at Weng Tingjun with teary eyes, "Let go of me." ”

"Don't let go."

"Let go of me."

"Don't let go."

Jessica raised her pink fist to hit Weng Tingjun, Weng Tingjun held her pink fist, put it on his chest, and stared at her tenderly, "Xiuyan, can you be my girlfriend?" Let me protect you, let me be by your side, let me give you happiness. ”

"How do you give me happiness?" Jessica looked at Weng Tingjun's deep eyes in a daze, looked at her closely, felt the powerful beating of his heart, listened to his rapid breathing, looked at his hot eyes, Jessica lost her mind, and a stream of warmth crawled from her heart to her face, and her pretty face was red to the root of her ears.

She writhed uneasily, and the more she writhed, the more an unspeakable shyness and irritability #heat came from her heart.

"You let me go." Jessica whispered, her gaze dodging Weng Tingjun's aggressive gaze.

Weng Tingjun didn't speak, slowly lowered his head, and his thousand words were in his eyes.

Jessica was stunned, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and there were a few crystal tears on them.

Closer and closer to each other, it seems to be merging together.

The two of them breathed on each other's faces, and a pink atmosphere rose in the car.

Weng Tingjun's big mouth finally covered Jessica's cherry small mouth, and the lips touched together, and the brains of the two of them involuntarily flashed a blank, as if they had been hit by an electric current, crispy and numb.

Her lips smelled of good lipstick, cold to the touch.

Weng Tingjun's hand around her back gradually slid down, holding her willow waist.

Jessica's heart was like a deer, her pretty face became redder and redder, her gaze at Weng Tingjun became more and more blurred, and her hands couldn't help but hold Weng Tingjun's tiger waist, there was indeed a faint smell of medicine on his body, with a hint of alcohol, but it was more of a taste called peace of mind.

Weng Ting didn't go deeper, reluctantly left her cherry lips, and held her face again, as if holding the most expensive diamond in the world, and gently kissed the tears off her eyelashes.

"Liar."

"Hmm."

"Liar."

"Hmm."

"Liar."

"Hmm."

"Let me lie to you for the rest of my life, okay?"

"Hmm."