(Cat flutter Chinese) Where did he eat egg custard to miss himself...

It's clear that I can't eat at all because I want to think about it, so I use egg custard to anesthetize myself...

I really can't imagine that he loves himself so deeply...

It was a depth she couldn't imagine, a little more than she loved him...

In comparison, what I have done for him is really too little and too little. （ . v o dt . c o m）

Jing Mohao sat in the cab and watched the woman staring at the direction of the car door, motionless.

The man leaned over and fastened her seatbelt, only to find that she was already full of tears again.

Jing Mohao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she broke her little face, "Luoxi, why are you crying to me again?" In my last life, I definitely gave you more than a bucket of mineral water, it should be a Mississippi River. ”

"Heh," Luo Xi cried and laughed, "I think so too." ”

I don't know if I perceive that I am about to part, and even the joy of reunion is mixed with deep sorrow.

The man wiped away the tears for her, and the thick touch of the palm made anyone greedy.

Fastening her seatbelt again, Luo Xi spoke, "Jing Mohao, when did you fall in love with me?" ”

He is clearly not an emotional person, how can he be so easy to go deep into himself...

Someone once said that there is no such thing as love in this world, and that a person can fall in love with another person must be attracted by some characteristic of the other person.

That... Jing Mohao fell in love with himself, which trait did he fancy himself?

It shouldn't be like what he said at the time, because he's so stupid...

Should it be at a special juncture that I touched him?

What did he do that moved him?

Or was it his own resistance that fueled his possessiveness?

Or is it just a simple sexual birth?

It's really... It's getting more and more superficial...

It's so superficial that she doesn't even want to know...

Unexpectedly, when the man heard the question, he only paused with his arm, and then pulled back to the cab, his slender knuckles resting on the steering wheel.

casually said, "I don't know." ”

Then he started the car and drove out.

In the wind, there is a thick grief of whom.

…………

Jing Mohao parked his car in front of a hotel called "Golden Jade Full Hall".

The man was the first to get out of the car and open the door for the hero of his family.

Luo Xi also enjoyed waiting for him to stretch out his hand to him, and the moment he handed his hand to him, it felt like a grand ceremony.

Willing to put all his life in his hands.

As soon as Luoxi got out of the car, he was firmly hugged in front of him, no wind, no rain, beautiful as a picture.

Luo Xi hugged him tightly and followed him in.

Although the era of Mo Yao in the world is gone forever, and he can't compete with Jing Mulie, Jing Mohao's reputation is still impossible not to look up.

The doorman took the car keys that Jing Mohao threw over and bowed respectfully to the two.

Jing Mohao took Luo Xi in, walked directly through the silent hall, and went upstairs to the private room.

Luo Xi looked at him in surprise, "You're chartering again?" ”

The man lowered his eyes and snorted softly.

"Why are you renting a venue?"

He really needs to preserve his strength now, why is he still squandering in such a place.

I only heard the man say confidently, "My son likes to be quiet." ”

“……”

said such conclusive words, I don't know what I thought the meat in my stomach really told him!

The man hooked the corners of his lips and led her upstairs.

Originally from &#