Chapter 33: How? Still in the mood for the night?

How about Chapter 34? Still in the mood for the night?

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Bai Shao closed her eyes and fumbled to tear off the shirt covering her head, but she still didn't dare to open her eyes.

However, after waiting for a while, I didn't see any further movement from Wanton Mo, but heard the sound of flipping the book.

Bai Shao cautiously opened his eyes, but he didn't see anyone, so he subconsciously looked around.

I saw that on the balcony not far away, Yan Mo was sitting on a chair in a cotton short-sleeved trousers, holding a worn-out thread binding book in his hand, and the muscles on his arms were smooth, wrapped in strength and heat, but also revealing a trace of sultry desire.

But the cotton clothes are mixed with the cold and fierce, and the whole person seems to be contaminated with fireworks, and I only feel that people's hearts feel warm and soft.

Suddenly beautiful and picturesque.

Bai Shao couldn't help but spit out, and suddenly regretted that she had covered her eyes a little......

"Can I leave after washing?" Bai Shao raised the shirt in his hand, which was stained with a smell of sandalwood, mixed with the familiar smell of the ink, and it also gave birth to a bit of charm.

The inky eyes that were as cool as water withdrew from the book in his hand, and the ink-colored pupils glanced at Bai Shao, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly, "What?" Still in the mood for the night? ”

White Peony: ......

Spend your sister's night!

Bai Shao glared at Yan Mo fiercely, and then he grabbed his shirt and entered the bathroom angrily, and then closed the door with a 'bang', blocking Mo Mo's smiling gaze.

"Death Beast, Stinky Beast!" Bai Shao threw the shirt into the pool, then turned on the faucet, and let the cool water soak the shirt, and then patted his face with the cold water in his hand, so that the heat of his face faded little by little. Go.

"For my brother's sake, I'll put up with you one last time!"

Bai Shao took the soap on the side indignantly, and then began to wash his shirt resignedly.

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"Ahh

At this moment, Bai Yu, who had just gotten off the police car, couldn't help but sneeze.

"Who's talking about me......"

Bai Yu rubbed his nose to himself, because of the action of raising his hand, his fair and slender wrist was exposed, the ulna was protruding, and the arc was incredible.

"Mr. Bai, ...... here"

Bai Yu nodded, and then followed the policeman towards the police station.

It's just that as soon as he entered the police station, Bai Yu found that the atmosphere of the police station was a little unusual, almost all the policemen were standing in place with solemn faces, and the whole room was a little weird.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yu's brows furrowed slightly, and his face was full of doubt.

And at this moment, Bai Yu saw a man sitting on a rotating chair in the police station.

From Bai Yu's point of view, he only saw the handsome side face like a knife and an axe, the bridge of the nose was high, the mandible was sexy and three-dimensional, the black shirt was half-open, revealing a black silk thread hanging from the neck, and the lower end was hidden in the shirt, so it was not clear what was hanging.

Bai Yu frowned slightly, inexplicably feeling that this person was very familiar.

"Does anyone care about this? Lao Tzu has a lot of opportunities, and he has to rush home to cook for others! ”

The police couldn't help but look at each other - cooking?

What kind of day is this?

When the man didn't speak, Bai Yu already felt familiar, and now when he heard the voice, Bai Yu immediately reacted.

"Dragon Five?"

Bai Yu's opening immediately made the policeman beside him anxious.

In the Jingshan area, who sees Long Wu, must not respectfully shout 'Fifth Brother', where does anyone dare to call him by his name?

However, at this moment, the man sitting in the rotating chair suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

A black shirt is half-open, revealing a strong and smooth chest muscle line, and the thick ink-like pupils are round, diluting the terrifying aura of the body.

"It's really ...... you"