The two noses were nose to nose, exchanging breaths, and their postures were particularly ambiguous.

Staring at the handsome and extraordinary mixed-race face in front of him, Qiao Ran trembled with fear, biting his lip and asking coldly, "What do you want to do?" ”

Chi Mo held Qiao Ran's hands with one hand, and pinched her waist mercilessly with one free hand, his blue eyes narrowed slightly: "How do you speak?" It's you, you, and that's what I usually teach you?! ”

Qiao Ran tilted his head away, not wanting to see his angry face, and his heart was panicked.

"Speak!"

The movements on Chi Mo's hand were a little heavier, and Qiao Ran suddenly screamed in pain, staring at him with a pair of clean and clear eyes indignantly, and there was some grievance in his eyes.

Although there is hatred in the eyes, it looks like a coquettish and tricky in the eyes of men.

It looks so good!

"Uncle dislikes me, you can send me back to grandpa, you don't have to put it in front of you!"

Qiao Ran's eyes were red, and he retorted coldly.

"When, it's your turn to make a decision for me, huh?" Chi Mo raised his hand, his fingertips gently slid over the girl's pale cheeks, and asked in a deep voice: "Little wild cat, are you hungry?" ”

I'm full when I see you!

Although Qiao Ran usually dares to be angry and say something to stimulate Chi Mo, he still knows how to accept it when he sees it.

If he was angered, Qiao Ran had no doubt that he would break the boy's hand in the same way that he would break hers.

Seeing that she pursed her lips and didn't speak, Chi Mo smiled in a low voice and dialed the room service.

Seeing that he was still pressing his hands after ordering the meal, Qiao Ran frowned in pain, and said unhappily: "Uncle, can I trouble you to get up?" ”

"Are you still running around?" Qiao Chimo didn't let go of her, but instead increased the strength of his hand, staring at the girl's little face wrinkled with interest.

Qiao Ran bit her lip, crying out in pain, so she had to show weakness: "Don't run!" ”

"Do you dare to put on a face for me?"

Qiao Ran continued to shake his head, tears rolling in his eyes.

My hands really hurt!

My legs are numb too!

This bastard, son of a bitch!

"Give me a smile on the dye." Chi Mo leaned down, his forehead against the girl's forehead, and his hoarse voice was full of temptation.

Qiao Ran's eyes widened, and he didn't react for a while.

Laughed at him?

Her hands are about to break, and she is uncomfortable, who can laugh?

Qiao Ran originally wanted to refute, but seeing Chi Mo's gloomy and serious expression, he knew that if he couldn't meet his requirements, he might really pinch his hand off.

After thinking about it, Qiao Ran still endured the discomfort of his body and squeezed out an ugly and reluctant smile at him.

Seeing the smile on her face that was more ugly than crying, Chi Mo's body stiffened a little, and the next second he suddenly laughed.

A low laugh came out of her throat, tremors and tremors reached the girl's skin, setting off a strange feeling of numbness and crispiness.

Qiao Ran just stared at him like this, and he smiled inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at?" Qiao Ran sniffled: "I'm already smiling, can you let me go?" ”

Chi Mo believed it this time, turned over and lay on the head of the bed beside her, pinching her wrist to check it carefully.

Looking at it, I couldn't help but whisper: "Why are you so squeamish, you will be red when you touch it!" ”

"Disgusted with my old age?"

She was eighteen years old, and he was twenty-eight, a full ten years older.

In the eyes of others, she is still a delicate little flower, a little girl who doesn't understand anything.

In this comparison, he is indeed old!