Bai Jing shuddered, nauseated.

She closed her eyes tightly. If she was given a little chance at this time, she would definitely kill Lei Yong.

"You and your mother are all the same, but your mother knows more about you than you do, knows how to survive, and knows that staying in Lei's house will sacrifice for Lei's house. Any ...

Lei Yong said in Bai Jing's ear, while touching Bai Jing's body with his hand.

Bai Jing's begging eyes had become cold at this moment, with deep black eyes flashing with hate and bitter chill.

"I want to see your mother and daughter today, who tastes better."

Lei Yong said, gritting his teeth, grasping Bai Jing's leg, and stood up.

"what……"

A scream of heartbreaking noise made the whole quiet morning.

As if shaking the hotel.

Encroachment again and again.

Bai Jing was lying on the bed like a dead fish, motionless.

On the white sheets, a little plum red, very dazzling.

Tears have almost dried up.

The man's rough palm was still on her smooth back, as if Ruyi was still incomplete, he touched it gently.

"Actually, it's not bad to follow me. Look at your mother, life is more moist."

Lei Yong's dangling words were in her ears, Bai Jing closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and she held back her vomiting.

Her first time, a wonderful first time, should have been that night, to her favorite person.

Even sending her to **** later would be better than being taken away by this beast.

Su Shi, I won't make you feel better!

Bai Jing clutched the sheets with both hands, his veins were bulging.

...

At this time last year, heavy snow fell in Kyoto, as if there were any grievances in the world.

There are many fireworks on both sides of the door, and two big red lanterns outside the yard are booming.

The whole villa and the whole yard are filled with strong annual flavor.

Before they started to eat New Year's Eve, Mu Li and Yan Weihong embraced a child and sat on the sofa looking at the vivid and authentic dumplings.

Su Yan sat and watched, a room of people, laughing and laughing.

"Third Brother, your bag is ugly."

Su Shi went around the kitchen and came out again, and walked to the sofa, she looked at the wrapped dumplings placed in front of Yan Rusheng, and ruthlessly despised.

Yan Ru frowned, "You try to pack one."

During the conversation, he wrapped a dumpling and carefully put it in the dumpling he wrapped.

Looking at a row of drained dumplings wrapped by him, although the appearance is ... a little bad, he is still very fulfilled.

He looked at Xu Xuan again. At this look, his selling looks seemed to be even more difficult.

"Wife, how do you pack it, teach me." Master Yan took a piece of dumpling skin, and smiled at him.

"That's it." Xuxu gave Yan Rusheng a demonstration.

Seemingly simple, but Yan Rusheng did it all by himself, and the method was correct, but it was not as good as her bag.

So he took another piece of dumpling skin, stretched out his hands to hold her from behind, and put her lips to her ears. "Teach me like this, like my grandma taught us about writing when I was young."

If no one else.

Everyone: "..."

Xuxu's face became red, she gritted her teeth, and stared at him fiercely.

Yan Yan pretended not to see it, still humble to learn, "Come on, teach me."

"I went upstairs to feed the child some water."

Uncle Yan Yan couldn't stand it anymore, his old face flushed, and he held his grandson upstairs.