Jingshan No. 1.

Xu Qingcheng entered the bathroom, the toothpaste was crowded too much, the foam overflowed his mouth, and the hand holding the toothbrush was still shaking.

Ye Tinghong came back suddenly.

But not suddenly.

When the Ye family arrives in this situation, he will definitely come back.

But he had never treated her like this, a grievance rose in his heart, and the foam in his mouth was not washed away, Xu Qingcheng's palms slammed into the glass table, his hands curled into fists, and his eyes became redder and redder.

The sweetness of the past has been washed away by time and become a thing of the past, from a lover to an enemy overnight, who knows what kind of heartache will be brought by the wrong time of a few years, hatred and love are split in the chest, Qingyao's appearance with red eyes and roaring and her determination to push Ye Tinghong to the judgment table mean that it is impossible for them to go back to the past.

The door of the bathroom was pushed open suddenly, Xu Qingcheng didn't have time to turn his head to look, his cheeks were supported, and a familiar smell poured into his lips and teeth, domineering, strong and gentle, his waist was held in his arms, and he slammed it tightly, and the breath that was tight in his chest was about to be squeezed out hard.

The tip of the man's tongue swept every inch of her mouth, eating away at her reason, making her completely surrender to his arms, and the tears that had been trapped in her eyes finally fell uncontrollably, flowing all over her face, soaking into the intertwined lips and teeth of the two, salty and astringent.

He hugged her, hugged her silently, pressed her head against his chest, "I can cry if I want to, but I can only cry here." ”

Xu Qingcheng felt that he was too hypocritical, but he couldn't help crying completely.

When she finally calmed down, the man lifted her face, he kissed her crying swollen eyes with some reluctance, reached out to wipe the remaining toothpaste from the corner of her mouth, and his fingers suddenly knocked on her forehead.

No force, slight pain.

The man leaned down and focused his eyes on her, "I only allow you to shed tears in front of me because of Ye Tinghong." In the future, if you drop a drop, I will get it back from him. ”

"Not because of him. ”

Xu Qingcheng denied it, and his voice came out with a thick nasal voice.

Fu Jingting didn't want to discuss this matter with her carefully, he didn't want to, as long as he thought of what happened in a place he couldn't see, he couldn't wait to cut Ye Tinghong down.

Whether she is angry, funny, or crying, it can only be his, in front of him.

This man is so domineering that it makes people's hearts palpitate, but he feels that it is appropriate, he just needs to take her to heart and heart.

Xu Qingcheng reached out to hug his waist and pressed his face into his chest.

She wanted to say, whether you are domineering to me, strong or strong, whatever, in the future, just do this to me.

But the words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Ye Tinghong's words suddenly jumped out of his mind out of place: Shengshi has been roasted on the fire, and today is just the beginning.

She knew she shouldn't be influenced, but she panicked.

The South Gate project had already completed all the formalities during Ye Shengchang's reign, and if it wasn't for his sudden stroke and Shengshi falling off the altar, it would not have been delayed until now.

The compensation for the villagers has also been put in place, and how many local residents petitioned to start construction to improve the environment when the construction was not started.

There must be someone behind this fanning the flames, and I can't see the prosperity of the world.

Ye Tinghong's words obviously meant something.

Xu Tingcheng only hoped that he was deliberately distorted.

"Don't think about anything else when you drink porridge. Fu Jingting pressed his palm on her head.

Xu Qingcheng raised his eyes, "Did Zhou Qian call in?"

"The local police have already intervened, and there will be no results so soon. Fu Jingting lowered his eyes, he reached out and grabbed her fingers and rolled up the cuffs of her shirt, and the bruises on her arms that were pushed out, he took the ointment and applied it to it, and rubbed it vigorously for her.