There was no wind outside.

On a May night, the temperature is already perfect.

It won't be cold.

But Liang Jinmo still minded, Qin Ningxiang's bare feet were always beating in her mind.

So, unable to stand the harsh criticism of his conscience, the man turned around lonely, walked to the entrance, and personally lifted a pair of slippers.

Taking this opportunity, Qin Ningxiang found out that there were other people in the house!

They just kissed in full view, it's a shame!

Embarrassingly, Qin Ningxiang was able to sit on the ground and pick out a building with her toes, which was still the scale of more than ten floors underground.

Thinking of this, his cheeks turned crimson, and his heartbeat did not slow down, but became more rapid.

"Let's go down." When walking back from the entrance, Liang Jinmo whispered a few orders to several bodyguards and servants around him.

Qin Ningxiang observed the expressionless faces of these people, such a high level of NPC level emotional management literacy, they looked very much like retired soldiers.

"Where do you want to go?" Liang Jinmo squatted down and placed the two shoes in front of Ning Xiang's feet, "Put them on." ”

Such a move was a little confusing, and Qin Ningxiang couldn't help but scratch her neck.

It's so itchy.

"Don't catch it! Your hands are dirty. Jin Mo neatly clamped Ning Xiang's wrist.

"You've licked it once." Qin Ningxiang was not to be outdone.

Liang Jinmo's eyes were cold but with a hint of presumptuousness that slid across Qin Ningxiang's cheeks, "You, where haven't I licked 1?!" ”

"Then you still think I'm dirty!" Qin Ningxiang's thoughts seemed to be fully known by Liang Jinmo, and the man reached out to pry the woman's hair and blew, "You were bitten." I don't know which mosquito bites me alive or dead. ”

Qin Ningxiang couldn't help laughing, it was really a quote from the boss, "Mosquitoes are very dirty, that's why your hands are dirty." ”

Qin Ningxiang raised her eyebrows in surprise, so fresh.

In the past, my mother would always say, don't scratch the bag bitten by mosquitoes, your hands are dirty! Unexpectedly, Liang Jinmo, the man, said that the mosquito was dirty, and it was dirty when he bit the bag, and his wife's hands were dirty. Hee-hee, I inexplicably feel that I was teased.

Qin Ningxiang held back the inexplicable heat and moved her gaze from the man's body to the shoes on the ground, which were a pair of black women's slippers.

It's strange, Jinmo's gentleness can't hide the weirdness. The man was expressionless when he spoke and did things, which made Qin Ningxiang wonder if Jinmo was paralyzed.

Even, this behavior looks gentle and considerate, but with the man's expressionless face, cold gaze, stiff movements and aggressive momentum, it seems a little abnormal, as if it is not a caress but a threat. It's not gentleness, it's venting.

Woo, it's over QAQ, and the nervousness just now is back......

Did she frighten her guts when she was injured this time?!

Did the doctor check her gallbladder, is it still there?!

The man suddenly pinched Ning Xiang's ankle, and the electric stimulation rushed straight into the thigh nerves, stinging as if the veins were varicose.

It's like an invisible silver needle piercing the skin of the incense at will.

Qin Ningxiang felt a little worried in her heart, but on the surface, she couldn't show that she was afraid of Liang Jinmo.

Liang Jinmo lifted one of Ning Xiang's feet and stuffed it into his slippers.

Qin Ningxiang couldn't help but hold the man's arched back.

After confirming that the foot was placed, he lifted the other foot and helped Qin Ningxiang put on his shoes.

Qin Ningxiang was a little flattered, I really didn't know why he deigned to help her put on her shoes.

Of course, it is a matter of course to help your wife put on her shoes.

But Liang Jinmo has never done such a thing.

The homeopathic man picked up Ning Xiang again and put it back on the sofa, and Ning Xiang forgot how to get up from the sofa from the time he opened his eyes to now.

"Are you happy?" Jinmo suddenly sat on the edge of the sofa, looking down at the incense on the sofa like a quiet little wild cat.

[-Qin Ningxiang: You can't scold him loudly, just beep quietly]

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[-Qin Ningxiang: Who will care about Liang Jinmo, hum hahe]

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[Ahem, ahem, Jinmo's little baby is so pitiful, she has lost so many relatives QAQ, she has the smell of sickness. If you want to talk about the sick ancestor, Jinxi said, Jinmo, listen to me, you are still far away. 】