Xia Jingming's inquiring gaze fell on the frightened and panicked face, and he had already made up his mind that this was not his sleeper.

There was confidence flying between his sleepy eyebrows, how could he have had such a cowering look.

His sleep is never pretentious, and it is impossible for him to play a game of turning his face and not recognizing people at such a time.

Thinking of this, he was in a bad mood.

Reach out and clasp her neck, with a slight effort, you can send her to the gloomy hell, "Say, what kind of evil art did you use to control Mian'er!" ”

He swept away all the temperature, like winter falling.

The gaze is very sharp.

At this time, Su Mian was like a rabbit falling into a trap, innocent and scared, stared at by Xia Jingming with these cold and ruthless eyes, she was chilled all over, and tried her best to defend herself, "I am Su Mian, she controlled me." ”

She is the Lord, she is true.

It's a fake.

She can't do anything, she can't eat anything.

The fake will read a lot of poems that she has never heard of, what is afraid that the height of Qionglou Yuyu is too cold, what you don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, what the tide of the Spring River is even the bright moon on the sea and the sea is born together, and what is the difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky.

Fakes will fight, and one person can a large number of men.

But so what?

If you don't stand out, don't you deserve to live normally?

She doesn't like to read, she doesn't like poetry.

She doesn't like to fight.

She wanted to pick dew, water the flowers, and carry a basket to buy vegetables.

She wanted to guard the bun shop left by her father.

Contentment.

Xia Jingming didn't believe her words at all, and the hand around her neck tightened a little, "Still not telling the truth?" Su Mian, who was about to be out of breath, was particularly uncomfortable, and tears flashed in his eyes, "I am really Su Mian." ”

Xia Jingming wants to listen to the truth, he hates to be teased.

What Su Mian said was the truth, not a little fake.

But he didn't believe it.

But no matter how much he didn't believe it, no matter how much resentment he had in his heart, he still chose to slowly withdraw his hand.

He couldn't kill her.

If he kills her, his sleep will come back, and he will lose his body, and he will not become a wandering lonely ghost.

Then.

Someone broke in.

The person who came was still dressed in red.

Xia Jingming's eyebrows and eyes were a little colder, and the loss of sleep had already made him feel like a fish in his throat, and then he saw the honeysuckle like a dogskin plaster, and a nameless fire began to gush out manically in his heart, and he threw out a word very coldly, "Get out!" ”

Honeysuckle doesn't know any martial arts moves.

But the body is excellent.

There were many times in the past when I wanted to kick her away, I wanted to knock her unconscious and throw her to the side of the road.

But he couldn't get close to her.

So right now, no matter how much he hated her, and even wanted her to disappear from this world completely, he didn't make a move.

Honeysuckle: "Lost your sleep?" ”

During the day, at Xia Jingming's wedding, she remembered an old thing, a young man in white with a book basket on his back. Then I had a headache and ran away.

After the severe pain, she recovered as usual and went to the hospital for a check-up for a long time, and there was no abnormality.

She thought it was strange.

It seems that I don't like Xia Jingming as much as before.

The mind is a little clearer again.

So here she is.

to make sure that you are able to let go of a little obsession. Now standing in front of him, hearing his vicious words as always, and seeing his contempt and disgust as always, it is really not as uncomfortable as before.

It's not heartache to numbness.

It's a laydown.

Although only put down a little.

Xia Jingming didn't know what Honeysuckle was thinking, all he could think of was that this dead-skinned woman had come to pester him again, and now that he found that his sleep had changed, he must be thinking about how to replace him, hum! Delusion!

He only loves sleeping.

All he needs is sleep.

Cold words overflowed from under his thin lips, as cold as a poisonous snake, "A woman like you, I feel dirty at a glance." Don't expect that if you don't sleep, I'll reluctantly accept you, you're no different from a piece of in my eyes. ”

He has a cold temperament and doesn't like to talk to idle people.

But this one in front of me is so hateful!

It's tolerable, but it's unbearable.