Yange got so angry that he got into the car and turned his head to ignore the guy.

I just combed my hair with both hands.

Shi Yan didn't stop anymore. He closed the door and spoke a few words with Ji Xiushan standing outside. Then he took two steps back and watched the car go.

Smoking has been committed again.

He wanted to smoke a cigarette, and felt empty with his pocket.

She remembered that she didn't like him smoking, so he didn't even smoke.

There was a cigarette in the bedside drawer, and she allowed him to smoke a cigarette afterwards!

Shi Yan turned back to their room, took out the cigar from the drawer and lit it.

But the taste is tasteless, and I always feel that something is missing.

He glared, stared at the ceiling, and gradually lowered his eyebrows.

Ji Xiushan's identity is not simple, there are several cars protecting him.

Out of Liang Cheng, he got into Yange's car.

At the sight of the song, he laughed, his lips curled up, and his irony was undisguised: "Miss Liang's hair is really distinctive."

Without a comb and no mirror, Yange tied her hair with her hands.

Of course, she didn't think the man's yin and yang were really because her hair was unsightly.

It was about that he saw the scene between her and Shi Yan, that's why he said such a thing.

Yan Ge tilted his head and looked at him: "Is there smoke?"

Ji Xiushan is not good. Tobacco and alcohol are not touched. Naturally, he cannot meet the small requirements of words.

"Ms. Jiang can't help but also smoke?"

Yan Ge nodded, not condemning.

Ji Xiushan sneered again: "How? Unwilling?"

Yan Song leaned on his back, closed his eyes and didn't speak.

Strangely, Ji Xiushan, who seemed ready to break out at any time, did not speak again.

The road in this world today is really bad. Even if there is a car, getting on the road is a kind of torture. When the car sits down one day, the words are almost scattered.

Ji Xiushan is not much better.

Fortunately, in the evening, it is in another yard with a good environment.

Yange went to bed early after washing.

The car was too bumpy to sleep.

She was so sleepy that she fell asleep shortly after she fell asleep.

In her sleep, someone wrapped her body.

Yange didn't resist, she drew her hands over it, hung it around the man's neck, and called softly, "Shi Yan, it hurts, don't toss me, OK?"

She slaps her head in his arms, rests on his chest, and continues to fall asleep.

The man holding her, bowed his head slightly, and smelled the sweetness of her hair.

The shampoo tasted faint, but he smelled like a smirk.

How long he endured, not even himself.

When the car passed Fenglailou far, she looked up and saw her crawling on the window for the first time.

He was attracted to her.

This attraction is inexplicable and abrupt.

But he couldn't help but wanted her, day and night.

From that glance to now, he has been dormant for a long time.

Even the moment he was in the car, he wished to press it directly and swallow her.

Without leaving an inch of bone, Fang explained the hatred of Acacia.

The beloved beauty was pregnant at the moment, and he couldn't bear it.

Especially after listening to the words "Shi Yan" in her mouth, his restraint seemed to turn into **** instantly, and she wanted to open her eyes, let her stare at him, see who he was, and Swallowed her.

So after squinting and intoxicating for two moments, she turned sharply, turned on all the lights in the bedroom, and lifted the quilt covering her body.