Lang Lezheng rummaged through his small box.

Even the close-fitting clothes were rummaged through, but I couldn't find my passport.

On her smooth forehead, a fine sweat oozed from her.

What about passports?

It's obviously in the box, how can it be gone? If you recruit a thief, you can't just steal your passport!

Having said that, this is the most famous hotel in Paris, and the security is very good, and it is absolutely impossible for thieves to come in.

So, Lang Lezheng thought of Dou Jingran.

It must have been him, he had hidden his passport. He was so shrewd that he must have known that he was going to be angry, and that he was going to go home when he was angry, so he hid his passport.

This man really does everything.

"Dou Jingran!"

Typhoid fever is just right, and the sound decibel is very high.

With a scream, the bathroom door opened.

Dou Jingran hung a layer of water droplets, and stood at the door of the bathroom. In the light, his bronzed skin shimmered with a bright glow.

Droplets of water, like flowing gems, slowly roll down along the strong pectoral muscles.

Through the eight protruding abdominal muscles, ......

Can't look any further.

No!

That's a delusion.

She was a little confused, under the silent gaze at this time, in the evil smile of Dou Jingran, in this melting light...... She felt as if she had become a drop of water, rolling out of his hair.

"What's wrong?"

Dou Jingran seemed to be smiling, looking at Lang Lezheng.

It cannot be denied that he has a good-looking lip line, thin and glamorous.

"Can't wait?"

"I'm whitewashing."

"It might take another five minutes."

"Well, wait for me here, I'll be right away."

After speaking, Dou Jingran retreated to the bathroom.

There was just a trance in front of him, and Dou Jingran disappeared. Lang Lezheng was a little puzzled, I don't know what happened just now?

I obviously wanted to ask him about his passport, but I didn't expect that he would pass by like that.

Is it so hard to get home?

No way!

A gentle anger surged from the center of Lang Lezheng's feet and went straight to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

If you don't ask for clarification, you'll soon have to smoke in seven senses.

Regardless of it, he rushed to the door of the bathroom.

And the bathroom door was not closed.

Dou Jingran stood under the shower with his back to the door.

"Dou Jingran, I ask you ......"

In a hurry, only half of the words were spoken, and Dou Jingran turned around. is still the kind of expression that seems to be smiling but not smiling, so that Lang Lezheng can't love him, and he can't hate him either.

Only to bite a bite of silver teeth.

"Don't ask me."

Dou Jingran is somewhat playful.

In his slightly deep eyes, Lang Lezheng saw that he seemed to be just a prey in his mouth. There is no way to break free.

"Didn't I tell you about it?"

"Don't be in a hurry."

"Can't you wait for me for five minutes?"

This man is really annoying and sultry when he speaks.

What Lang Lezheng wants to ask is not this at all. However, she stood at the door of the bathroom, and she already regretted that she was so impulsive, that she should not have come, that she was humiliating herself.

It's just that things have come to this point, and it's useless to back down.

Facing it, there is no other choice.

"You're talking nonsense."

Lang Lezheng's pretty face was already red as if it was about to drip blood.

However, even if she regretted it, even if her mind was blank at this time, she still had a stubbornness in her heart.

Standing outside the bathroom door, my feet seemed to have roots, and I wanted to walk away, but I couldn't.

"I didn't wait for you."

"Who said I was waiting for you?"

Lang Lezheng doesn't even know, what are you talking about?

is obviously refuting Dou Jingran, but his own words seem to be three hundred taels of silver here, as if he is really waiting for him. And as if I can't wait.

"Hehe......"

Dou Jingran smiled, wiped a handful of water on his head, and took off the bath towel casually.

Just shook it lightly, and it was extremely handsome around the waist.

Lang Lezheng really convinced him.

"You're dreaming." Lang Lezheng seemed to remember.

Like an angry little brain, Baba rushed over, in fact, to ask for his passport. Didn't come here to flirt with him.

"Where's my passport?"

"Give it back to me, I'll be home tomorrow."

"Dou Jingran, I really can't see it, you are still a scheming man."

"I thought you ......"

A belly of grievances needs to be vented. But in the end, Lang Lezheng, a well-deserved scholar in school, actually found that he was short of words.

Nima!

That's it, the words are running out!

In the face of Dou Jingran of Banguo, she is always so stupid.

Sometimes, Lang Lezheng even got angry why he couldn't leave him.

I can't give my own answer.

Compromised again and again, instead of letting him see his tenderness, it made him even worse.

He is not a canary in his cage.

"Do you think I took your passport?"

"Hmph, even if I take it, what can you do?"

"Do you want to go home and say all the bad things about me in front of Aunt Gu and my parents!"

"To say that I came to Paris is not to spend my honeymoon with you at all, to say that I don't care about you here!"

"Don't be naïve, I won't give you that chance."

This is Dou Jingran. It's really his usual way of speaking, and there is no other way to change him.

I can't figure out if there is anyone else in Dou Jingran's heart besides Jin Can'er. I don't know if his heart is made of iron.

Lang Lezheng took half a step back, gritted his teeth, and said, "Even if you don't give me a passport, I can go home." ”

"You might as well give it a try."

Dou Jingran said, stretching his arm: "I'm tired." ”

After he finished speaking, he walked over.

Lang Lezheng took a step back.

"You go back for me." Lang Le Zheng is violent.

Dou Jingran took another step forward: "I want to rest." ”

Lang Lezheng took a step back: "What do you want to do!" ”

The corners of Dou Jingran's lips rose, and a wicked smile swayed at the corners of his lips: "Didn't you see it?" ”

He walked forward step by step.

The Lang Le Zheng Festival retreats.

She has sadly discovered that she has no way to retreat.

In front of him is the hateful Dou Jingran, and behind him is a soft and fragrant bed.

"Stop pushing me."

"Push me ....... again."

Lang Lezheng is making a final resistance......