Chapter 7: How is he going to get mixed up in the Imperial City?

The moment those little hands rubbed into his palms, he didn't want to lose his hands, since she was a ghost, Li Mochen also recognized her, and he didn't want to look away if he liked her.

"This girl is one thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight years old, two years and two thousand years old, son, is it credible?"

"Huh! One? One thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight years old? Wow! Hahaha! Is that so? ”

Li Mochen is a girl who is insane and needs treatment, she must have some kind of schizophrenia, or some other disease? Ghost? He ruled it out, and that's it.

Li Mochen grabbed the girl's waist tightly, and his heart slammed and jumped again, and he was a little out of control, this Qianqian jade hand, coupled with this slender waist.

But it's all the standard data he wants, so I don't know if the soft spring color on his chest is what he wants? I couldn't help but peek at it curiously.

He was so drunk again that he almost had a nosebleed, but Luo Luo's towering height was not in the average age, fifteen or sixteen years old had reached the upper limit, and he was simply plump and ripe, just waiting to be picked.

Oh, my God? This unbelievable ghost girl is really the dream lover she is looking for, but why did she appear in front of him with a ghost?

He doesn't care, whether it's ghosts, or insaneness, he has subscribed, and he must spoil her to the limit, so that she can put her huge into her shy flowers.

Dogged Luo Luo to sit in the passenger seat, Li Mochen threw his briefcase into the back seat at once, and then trotted back to his driver's seat, put away the rain gear, and turned on the heating.

Luo Luo only glanced at the briefcase and was thrown to the back seat by Li Mochen, although it was almost the same, Luo Luo still frowned slightly.

I thought, aren't all men's bags almost decent? Why is it so familiar?

Cautiously approaching Luo Luo's passenger seat, Li Mochen's eyes were in a trance, and he still wanted to take a look at it as if he was in a dream, and the female ghost in front of him was a little unreal.

He blew at her, it was very enchanting and moving, Luo Luo was stunned, it turned out that this son was a little too glamorous and charming.

Is he flirting with her? But why don't you get annoyed? was still stunned by such a fascination, when he looked up at him just now, he looked down at her, at that time it was just the color of the eyes meeting, this will be another eye touch, each other is very fond of each other's appearance.

The beauty is alluring, the son's cold desire is not lacking in charm and charm, and it is also unusually beautiful, such a handsome man and woman are really a perfect match.

Carefully fastened Luo Luo's seat belt, and Li Mochen had the opportunity to tell her her name, "Li Mochen, you will call me husband in the future, it can be regarded as an honorific title, right?" ”

"Husband? Scold! What is an honorific title? Aren't you many years younger than Ben? Why do you call yourself old like that? ”

"Poof"

Li Mochen smiled charmingly and cutely again, this was something he never expected to laugh at, but he was happy, and he wanted to laugh inexplicably when he was with her.

He has always been cold and unhappy, he is like a stone, and he can't see him laugh a few times a year, but today he can give Luo Luo all his decades of laughter.

"What's your name? The name must be particularly nice. Li Mochen was reluctant to evacuate to the car, still so close to her and asked, his eyes kept looking at her slowly changing color and red lips.

The temperature in the car quickly heated up, Li Mochen felt the heat erupt, he had a kind of internal heat and wanted to take off his clothes, but the tie made him feel like he was restrained.

It was very hot to tear off the tie, Li Mochen had a very charming collarbone curve, which couldn't help but make Luo Luo's obsession deep.

"The slave's name is Shen Luo, you call the slave's aunt, right? It can also be called Nujia Luoer! But it's best to call your aunt! ”

"Slaves? Nun? Aunt? Scold! Li Mochen smiled beautifully, Luo Luo looked at the nymphomaniac, but became a junior, yes, she is more than a thousand years old, she can't be called her ancestor, right?

It's good for my aunt to represent the elders, Luo'er? He wants to change the name to Luo'er, which can better tug at the intimate distance between them.