Tears became gradually uncontrollable with Xin'er's pain.

Large drops of tears poured down from his eyes, which was a little different from just now, which had reached a level beyond Ning Rongrong's control.

It is said that women are made of water, and Ning Rongrong in front of him is the best example.

The pouring tears couldn't be stopped completely, and there was a tendency to grow bigger and bigger.

Realizing that he couldn't stop it at all, he couldn't help but think of Tang Muchen finding other girls and he couldn't stop it, and he felt sad.

She couldn't help it anymore, and the flood gate of her inner pain generally fell apart.

The whining cry was raised from low to high, and the sound of big drops of tears was so loud in the silent room.

It hit Tang Muchen's heart like a ripple.

【Always make me sad, I hate you the most. 】

[Quickly go away, don't come to see me again. 】

Although his hands kept wiping the corners of his eyes, the tears were getting more and more, as if the accumulated excess was leaking out.

And because of the agitated mood, her hands were not heavy. Soon, her little hands continued to rub against her delicate and pretty face, and the corners of her eyes showed a rosy color.

"You look at me."

Tang Muchen's low voice came.

At the same time, his big hand was not idle, and he actively held it to her face.

"The cow goes away."

Because of crying, Ning Rongrong's pronunciation was full of nasal sounds, and the pronunciation was not right for a while.

Tang Muchen's big hand stretched out was blocked by her small hand.

However, Tang Muchen's soul did not admit defeat, and continued to move forward, as if he must hold her little face.

Naturally, Rong Rong would not agree.

As a result, a very strange situation appeared in this room.

The corners of a crying little girl's eyes were red, and she kept blocking a boy's big hand with her little hand. Instead, she seemed to be flirting and cursing, which formed a strong contrast with her red eyes.

"go away."

She stared at him with red eyes.

Ning Rongrong's small hand tightly grasped his big hand to prevent him from moving forward.

But the next moment she knew that Tang Muchen, the old love monster, was definitely not for his own face. This was felt when Ning Rongrong grabbed his hand.

Because he didn't use any strength at all, grabbing his hand at will.

In other words, this **** just wanted to grab his hand.

[The soul is pale. 】

Secretly cursed in his heart.

There was a strong disgust on his expression, and the movements of his hands were not slow at all, and he threw him aside all at once.

An unhappy look bloomed on his face.

But the tears on his face did not continue to flow because of these actions.

Looking at Ning Rongrong in front of him, Tang Muchen thought to himself: "Sure enough, I still can't see girls cry."

"I am still a man of Asashi after all."

With his body slightly close, he wanted to test Rongrong's thoughts.

She did not refuse, or rather, because the cry just now and the action to stop Tang Muchen had consumed most of her energy.

As we all know, Jiao Didi girls will lack strength after a big cry. This time is an opportunity for some boys.

Now Tang Muchen is the soul light man who grits his teeth with hatred.

The big hand quietly stretched out, this time, Ning Rongrong did not refuse either.

His hands easily smeared her delicate and fair face.

It feels cold to the touch, and the skin is delicate and smooth, and there is a refreshing fragrance on it.

Tang Muchen's movements were extremely gentle, he held her cheeks slightly, and moved slightly upstream.

The movements were very slow, and the opposite Ning Rongrong opened his beautiful eyes, staring at Tang Muchen intently, as if he had fallen into a certain state of confusion.

Slowly stretched out her thumb and stroked her teardrops.

With his head close, his eyes focused, he carefully stroked the tears hanging on her eyes.

"Be obedient, don't cry, okay?"

His voice is very gentle.

She looked at him with a faint look of confusion, in short, did not refuse his action.

She also wanted to enjoy Tang Muchen's rare gentleness.

He didn't go any further, just stroked her round and compact pretty face slightly.

"I am sorry."

With a deep guilt in his tone, he apologized.

"Ok?"

Ning Rongrong opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly broke free from the sadness just now, but for a while, he didn't know what to say.

The two had known each other for six years. Ning Rongrong didn't know how old she was since she had been in love with him, but she must have been accustomed to watching him a long time ago.

She is used to looking up at him from behind, watching his strength and witnessing his growth.

But what has not changed is his absolute power.

No matter who he faces, he looks indifferent, and no matter who he fights, he looks like he can win.

Perhaps every girl wants someone to look up to.

But if so, she still can't move her.

What really made her fall in love with him was the non-pretentious and sincere feelings that gradually warmed up between the two, as well as his special attitude towards himself.

All she wanted was his special attitude towards herself.

She didn't understand until she had an understanding of men and women, this is what is called possessiveness.

However, knowing that Gui knows that there is only this thing that she can't lose.

Douluo Dalu didn't object to three wives and four concubines. Even many of her relatives were three wives and four concubines. Tang Muchen's ability to tease girls when he was a child was destined to be more than just his own girlfriend.

She knew this, and she understood it deeply.

But why did I be so angry just now, I just saw him put his arms around her waist.

[No, actually, what makes me sad is that when he put his arms around his waist, he showed the infinite tenderness and caution of that girl. 】

[Obviously this is my right. 】

Ning Rongrong fell into a whirlpool of thinking.

She thought of it, in the tavern, Tang Muchen held her slender waist slightly, her face was full of gentleness, the two looked at each other, everything was silent.

But this is how dazzling to myself.

...

But Tang Muchen's big hands on the opposite side did not relax.

Helped her to sort out the tears on her face, so that a pretty face that was pure and pure was revealed.

But the red eyes were still red and swollen.

Seeing this, Tang Muchen suddenly leaned forward and gently moved closer to her big, slightly closed eyes.

Sticking out his tongue, licked it slightly.

She can feel it, rough and moist.

This action seemed to evoke her memories and became a key for her to rely on Tang Muchen.

Wei Wei emptied her body, still letting him kiss her wanton, even if she had a lot of ti liquid on her face.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to the past day.

She had a long-lost quarrel with her father that day, and she ran out of the sect alone, and a light rain fell in the sky.

The thin rain fell on his hair, and the whole person was soaked and uncomfortable.

But I still don't go home.

I kept blaming my father: I don't want to go to Shrek~lightnovelpub.net~ I want to go to Wuhun Academy, so I don't want to leave him.

Although I had already planned to find a place to live, I didn't bring my wallet out because of sloppyness.

Some sadness squatted somewhere, watching the fine rain outside, a sense of sadness flowed quietly in my heart.

A cold wind blew by, and I shivered involuntarily.

It was autumn in October, and I was wearing a thin skirt, quietly squatting under the eaves.

There are obviously busy traffic outside the door, but it has nothing to do with me.

Shaking with the cold outside, I lowered my head slightly to prevent my face from being attacked by the cold wind.

Suddenly there were footsteps clattering.

A big hot hand quietly appeared in front of me.

(Damn it, today I reviewed the world of the gods in elementary school, but after playing for a day, I quickly coded a chapter)