Luo Xingchen smiled shyly in his arms and nodded slightly, "Okay, I'll use them to summon you in the future." ”

"Xingchen," Jin Zeming whispered, and then whispered something in her ear.

Then, Luo Xingchen's face turned red and gently pushed him away.

"Ming Shao, Ming Shao ......" Song Ke'er was anxious, for fear that Jin Zeming wouldn't see her, "I didn't take Luo Xingchen's ring, really...... I ......"

"Don't tell me, tell the police." Jin Zeming didn't even look at her, and said coldly.

Jin Zeming came, things and processes became simpler, and soon, except for Song Keer, the police officer told everyone that they could go back, and they only needed to come here at any time to assist in the investigation.

Back at the hotel, Luo Xingchen threw off his high heels as soon as he entered the door and lay on the sofa. With sleepy eyes open, he looked a little tired.

"What's wrong?" Jin Zeming sat beside her and stroked her hair hanging down her shoulders with his hand.

"I'm a little depressed." She forced a smile.

Jin Zeming carried her into the bedroom and carefully put her on the bed, "The scene can't be filmed, let's sleep!" I'll wake you up and get something to eat in a moment! ”

He wrapped his hands around and lay down with her head resting on his shoulder, his fingers rubbing lightly over her tender cheeks.

She leaned into his warm arms, her hands around his waist, and his powerful heartbeat rang in her ears.

"Surely you know what's going on?" She asked lazily.

Today's loss of the ring is indeed a bloody sleeve, which is a lesson that Song Keer should get.

Jin Zeming was stunned, his big hand stopped on her fair face, and said jokingly: "What do I know? I don't know anything, how much IQ can a stupid son of a landlord's family have? ”

"Lying." The corners of her mouth curved upwards and she whispered.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me mind your business?" Speaking of this, Jin Zeming laughed in a low voice.

"After all, it's your ex-girlfriend." Luo Xingchen smiled, "Do you really feel nothing?" ”

"Ex-girlfriend? I don't know? ”

When Luo Xingchen heard this, he didn't speak.

Just with his soft little hands in circles across his chest, he gently ripped the platinum buttons on his shirt with his initials, M.

It is normal for a man like Jin Zeming to be like a fish in water in a pile of women.

"Jin Zeming, tell me, what have you given to women?"

"Remove the words," Jin Zeming habitually stroked her silky hair, and the feeling of entwining on his fingertips always made him feel very satisfied.

Luo Xingchen glared at him, "Who believes you?" ”

That time, she told him that it was not the first time, and he didn't answer it too, and it wasn't the first time?

Doesn't a man have to give something when he sleeps with a woman?

Counting up, Jin Zeming is generous to her.

No, it can't just be described as generous, but it should be......

Heroic, quite heroic.

Luo Xingchen gave Jin Zeming a position in his heart, a local tyrant, a local tyrant who went to the United States to inlay gold and silver since he was a child.

"Well, sleep." The man lowered his head and kissed her eyes, "Don't make a sound......

"Hmm!" Luo Xingchen obediently closed his eyes and put his little hand in his warm palm.

Every time he talks about his affairs with other women, he mostly avoids it.

So, she had no choice but to give up.

Jin Zeming leaned against the head of the bed and half-lay beside her, gently holding her hand, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand.