"Too much of a look." The man sitting at the desk spat out two words in a faint tone.

The people who respected him paused slightly: "Wen Haotian not only didn't handle the aftermath, but did he really not even ...... people?"

"They all look like that."

The person at the desk bowed: "This time, I'll come in person." ”

"No, there's a substitute for the dead."

The person with the head of the jaw was puzzled: "Wen Haotian is in Fusheng Hospital, crazy and crazy, and he is already delirious. ”

"Do you know who hates Yu Yanzheng now?"

The other party has no specific clue for a while.

"Whose wife died in front of Yu Yanzheng."

The other party paused slightly, and said: "After this incident, it may not be so easy to attack the four girl friends." ”

"I have a way to contain Yu Yanzheng, that demeanor, I don't want to see you again."

"Find a way to get to the bottom of it."

The other party looked at the dignified person sitting on the swivel chair, nodded hurriedly, and leaned over to help him take down the cold tea on the table and replace it.

In the afternoon, a light snow was falling outside the window.

The snowflakes did not turn bigger, nor did they turn smaller, and a thin layer of snow fell on the ground.

At the Discovery Mansion, Ni Yao is dressed in black loungewear, sitting on a white mink carpet in the living room, using a computer.

Looking at the photos on the computer, she blinked, a little unhappy.

Yu Yanzheng came out of the kitchen, didn't notice the fluctuations in her eyes, sat down behind her, and hugged her: "Baby, the kitchen has,"

didn't speak, Yu Yanzheng. Looking at Ni Yao's neck socket, he was slightly stunned when he saw her computer screen: "Baby, when did you take it." ”

The whole high-definition side face of him, occupying the computer screen, Yu Yanzheng was ecstatic. Tight. Ni Yao arms and suck. Her neck.

Ni Yao turned sideways, his beautiful and fair face was full of emotion, and his arms hooked Yu Yanzheng's neck: "Yan Zheng." ”

YU Yanzhenghuan. Hold her waist, and panic: "Baby, what's wrong with you." ”

With one hand on Ni Yao's back, he kissed Ni Yao's ear: "Baby, what's going on?" ”

Ni Yao's heart occupies. Yes. Desire. minus: "Yan Zheng's photo was not taken by me, it was from He Yuying's computer, not only this one, she also used Yan Zheng's photo as the desktop background." ”

Yu Yanzheng paused slightly, his peach blossom eyes flashed with disgust, and then he was tight. Huan Ni Yao: "Baby, are you jealous?" ”

Ni Yao nodded: "Yes." "Admit it.

Yu Yanzheng immediately sucked. Hold her neck socket, and her voice is dull and warm. Entangle. Circle. Ni Yao Jinxiang: "Baby, I'm yours alone." ”

Ni Yao's neck was numb, and her dark eyes became hazy: "Yan Zheng, I took back all your photos." ”

Yu Yanzheng raised his lips. Cover Ni Yao's lips.

After a while, Ni Yao calmed down. Call. Sue: "Yan Zheng, you just said what is in the kitchen." ”

Yu Yanzheng surrounded her, restrained the lust in his eyes, and kissed her on the lips: "Baby, there is my steamed rock sugar pear in the kitchen, you bring it over." ”

Ni Yao paused slightly, looking directly at him.

YU Yanzheng. Her bruised face: "Baby, all the utensils in the kitchen have been hidden by me, and the rock sugar pear is on the table, and it is still hot, you can bring it over." ”

Ni Yao knew his intentions, but the resistance in her heart made her turn pale and turn him around: "Yan Zheng, I don't want to go into the kitchen." ”

Yu Yanzheng's eyes turned red: "Baby, it's me. Too. Urgent. Finish. He wrapped his arms around Ni Yao's back: "Don't go with the baby, I'll go, don't be afraid of the baby." ”

Ni Yao looked up at him: "Yan Zheng, I'm not just afraid of knives in the kitchen, I'm afraid of the kitchen, I'm afraid of going in." ”