Xia Weiliang suddenly shouted in his mouth: "Wen Jinmo, you are a bastard, bastard." ”

He smiled and soothed, "Okay, I'm a bastard." ”

Xia Weiliang suddenly pushed him away, his steps were a little staggering, Wen Jinmo wanted to reach out to help her, but she pushed him away.

Xia Weiliang stood on the steps, trying to raise her somewhat heavy eyelids, but the scene in front of her kept shaking, she suddenly reached out and patted Wen Jinmo's shoulder, and said a little vaguely: "Don't shake, why are you so strange." ”

Wen Jinmo only felt a little funny, reached out and held her down, and said, "Okay, I won't shake." ”

She glared, suddenly pursed her lips, and muttered, "I really want to be a little dazzled, why do I seem to see Wen Jinmo." ”

He was stunned, and suddenly reacted, she still can't recognize people?

She suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder again, blinking, and her little crimson face leaned closer to him, muttering, "You look like a person." ”

"Like whom?" He was a little interested, raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a faint smile in his starry eyes.

"Like my husband!" She shrank her head, and her clear eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of smoke, misty, but a little innocent and cute.

"Oh?" He pretended to be a little confused and asked, "Who is your husband?" ”

"A psychopath, moody every day, sooner or later, labor and management will take him off and let him lose his temper at me every day." She spoke eloquently, with a serious look.

His face darkened, and a cool voice came out: "Do you dare? ”

"Don't dare." She lowered her head and pursed her lips, revealing a look of grievance, "I can't beat him." ”

Wen Jinmo laughed angrily, what is the reason?

"Let's go back." He asked cautiously tentatively.

"No, I don't want to go home and see his stinky face." She seemed to be a little angry, squatting directly on the ground, turning her back to her face, looking a little like a child who had a temper tantrum with her parents.

He sighed, and when he saw that the night breeze was blowing and some coolness was coming, he took off his suit and draped it on her shoulders, and then squatted down helplessly at her, looked at her eyes carefully, and said softly like coaxing a child: "Then if he is not angry, will you go home?" ”

"Hmph." She snorted softly through her nose, her gaze a little glazed, looking at the two small shadows on the ground.

"Well, don't be angry, I shouldn't lose my temper with you." He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her long hair, and his words were indescribably gentle.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at him, her clear eyes were a little stunned, and it took a long time before she blinked, smiled at him and said, "You are so good." ”

As he spoke, he leaned his face over directly, and the cool touch made Wen Jinmo feel a thrill all over his body, only to feel the blood flowing backwards.

She stuck out her tongue and licked his lips, then wrinkled her little face, pushed him away, and said, "It's not delicious." ”

Wen Jinmo's deep eyes were suddenly dyed with a touch of dark color, like a magical whirlpool, and one more glance at it could suck people in.

But she just lowered her head, staring at the neon sign next to her in a daze, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her head.