In the restless and noisy crowd, the canonization was like opening up a small world for Luo Yangyang, he hugged her, not afraid of the eyes of the people around him, and firmly guarded her under his wings.

In this way, the two were escorted by bodyguards, and the group left the airport.

Luo Yangyang, Feng Sheng, and Yaquan got on the off-road vehicle driven by Luo Yangyang, and the driver was naturally Yaquan.

Feng Sheng and Luo Yangyang sat in the back seat, and as soon as the off-road vehicle with the windows closed was on the road.

As soon as the long arm of the saint was fished out, he hugged Luo Yangyang and sat on his lap.

Xiao Beisheng is a new love, a week of separation, and missing Luo Yangyang faded from his shyness.

As soon as the saint hugged her, her two slender arms took the initiative to climb his neck.

"Did you miss me?" The saint put his right hand around Luo Yangyang's little snake waist, and with his left hand, he pinched her delicate little face.

"Yes." Luo Yangyang pursed his lips and nodded affirmatively.

How could you not want to, think about it every day.

"How much do you want?" Feng Sheng carefully stroked Luo Yangyang's tender little face, and his eyes stared at her deeply.

Holding her in his heart for so long, he knew that he missed him as soon as he left, yes, there was progress.

"I really want to." Luo Yangyang pursed her lips again, and her small hand on the back of the canon's neck hugged her tighter.

"And then?" The canonized left palm slid from Luo Yangyang's face all the way down to her shoulder.

The voice of the canonization seemed to carry magical power, inducing the delicate child in his arms step by step.

Luo Yangyang looked at his deep and dark eyes, and his eyes moved slightly.

She slowly let go of her hand holding the consecration, a pair of small hands holding the consecrated face, and her slender fingers slowly tracing the outline of his facial features.

The thick and stylish sword eyebrows with a cold and arrogant atmosphere, the bridge of the nose carved out of the general straight and straight.

When the depicted finger landed on the sexy lip flap of the appropriate thickness, Luo Yangyang's dense long eyelashes blinked slightly.

Looking at his deep and dark cold eyes like an ancient well, Luo Yangyang smiled sweetly: "Then, I want to kiss you......"

After being with the canon, Luo Yangyang really felt that sometimes expressing feelings is more profound than speaking, and it can better convey to the other party his true thoughts.

"Do what you want." The saint's eyes dimmed, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke.

Damn it!

When did this delicate child's skill become so powerful?