Lai Baoer knows who Leng Mo is!

She is in the entertainment industry, why hasn't she heard of the prestige of cold ink's decisiveness and ruthlessness?

So she was scared. She's afraid! She knew that this time, without cold pudding to protect her, she had finally fallen into his hands.

She had a premonition that she would die here.

No, she doesn't!

Liu Yuan, that woman is in Leng Mo's hands, and she has become neither human nor ghost!

She doesn't want that! She doesn't want it!

And so, she had to run.

However, she was shackled, her eyes were covered, she could not see, and she could not move.

All she can use is her own voice.

She cried, she screamed.

However, she heard the door shut.

Like the captivity of slaves in every movie, that door is like an iron gate that separates the world! She could no longer hear or see the outside world.

"Miss Lai, don't panic! We won't do anything to you. The young master made it clear, just ask you to stay here for a while! Don't worry, we will treat you with delicious food and drink! ”

Lai Bao'er cried and asked, "How long is a while, you tell me clearly!" ”

"It's a moment like... When the second young master remembers you, you can go out! ”

Lai Bao'er was stunned, "What... What the? ”

She was in ecstasy!

As long as Cold Pudding thinks of her, finds that she has disappeared, and then goes to find Leng Mo, Leng Mo will let her go.

That's what it means!

Well, she'll be able to get out soon!

With this realization, she calmed down. Although her vision and movement were restricted, she had to suppress her fear and impatience and wait quietly.

Lai Baoer is right! She didn't understand Leng Mo's words wrong! That's exactly what cold ink means.

However, she miscalculated one thing!

Cold pudding!

Leng Mo said that as long as Leng Pudding remembered her, he would let her go!

Why did he say that?

Because of his younger brother, he knows best!

If his younger brother likes Lai Bao'er a little, he will also let Lai Bao'er go!

It's a pity that Lai Baoer is destined to be the fool who can't live for his own sin!

Cold pudding, like a fly, has been buzzing around Angel every day for a while.

Poor Angel, I want to shoot this annoying fly to death, but I can't shoot it! She couldn't get rid of it, but she wanted to hit someone.

So, in the blink of an eye, a week has passed!

Lai Bao'er was in that place, crying so much that her eyes were almost blind!

Another week passed, and the cold pudding finally remembered Lai Bao'er.

Of course, it wasn't him who took the initiative to think about it, but Angel reminded him of it.

That day, the night was dark and the wind was high. Cold Pudding packed up the softness, drove his own Lamborghini, and came to the door of Angel's house.

Then he threw the soft into the courtyard, and he jumped against the wall with his dexterous hands, and with a flip, he broke into the house. Then, swaggering into Anqi's house.

Don't ask him why he was able to get in! If he can't even get the key, he won't be the second young master of the Leng family.

At the time of the incident, Angel was taking a shower in the bathroom.

When she wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom, she saw Cold Pudding lying on her bed in a bewitching posture.

She was stunned.

Covering her chest, she stretched out her fingers and pointed at him, trembling with anger.

"How did you get in?"

Cold pudding lay on his side, supporting his head with one hand, and with the other, he shook the key and smiled evilly.

"Walk in!"

Angel, pawn!

......

That night, chickens flew and dogs jumped, chickens flew eggs, trivialities, chickens and dogs were restless, chickens... The cock still didn't hold it, so it ended up being a chicken move......

After finishing the work, Angel looked at the moonlight outside the window and shed tears of remorse.

She should have pinched his cock in the first place!

......

Lying in the crook of the young master's arm, An Qi wondered in her mind, if Qin Chenchen knew that she had a JQ with her brother Pudding, would she bite her to death?