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Chen Yuan squinted at the sky.

The sky is clear and there are no clouds.

Lang Lang Qiankun, someone is sick.

"It's not dark yet, how did Ms. Jin start her daydreaming? Chen knew some well-regarded psychologists, do you need to arrange for Ms. Jin?"

Oh, a good word of love.

It must have been tested on many men, right? I just do n’t know, what boring he will be Ms. Jin ’s test sample?

Lin Lang sighed, "Master Chen, speak to the girl like this, your handsome face is going to be beaten." She leaned back against the man's chest and looked back. Miss Jin was locked outside the iron railings, her face pale and white She tried to open her mouth to speak, and the house wolfdog was suddenly unhappy, barking at people.

Lin Lang couldn't help grinning.

Jin Siyu was so scared that he stepped back a few steps, but he was not willing to leave empty-handed, so he hid and looked at it.

Chen Yuan moved Lin Lang's head over.

The burning sunlight on the eyelashes gradually disappeared, and Lin Lang was carried into the living room by Chen Yuan. She glanced around casually, all the furniture was black and gray, restrained to the extreme coldness of sex.

"Snapped--"

She even fell into a dark gray soft sofa with a bag and bounced her body several times.

"It hurts."

Miss Jin Erjiao said diligently.

Chen Yuan was too lazy to look at her directly, and poured water into the kitchen with his back to the person. A ruthless speech was thrown away, "Take off your shoes and don't stain my floor."

But will Miss Jin Er do as he wishes?

So Chen Yuan came back after drinking cold water, and Miss Qianjin leaned against the sofa cushion, with one hand supporting her cheek, and the other hand pointed at the high heels on his toes, a standard look waiting for the slave to wait.

Chen Yuan: "..."

I really want to tuck this guy into the washing machine and roll it twice, pour a bucket of washing powder smoked into chen, and see how arrogant she is.

"What's the matter with me?" Chen Yuan leaned against the wall next to the wooden wooden cabinet of the TV, his hands clasped his chest, and he opened the door.

"Master Chen asked for some reason." Lin Lang took a paper towel from the coffee table and covered her face, sobbing, "Since Master Chen was so powerful that day, my gold house collapsed overnight. It was too late. Fortunately, my grandfather had mercy, and took me to the Shao family to avoid the wind and rain, but who knows, what a bitter bitterness under the fence— "

The tissue was suddenly pulled up by a big palm, Chen Yuanju stared at the people from the top, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and the meaning was meaningful.

"Don't stop, keep crying, and wait for Miss Jin Er to cry like a mermaid-like teardrop, and then I will consider whether to raise your feet high."

Oops, the trick was taken out again.

Can't a very cold, ruthless, unreasonable male actor make an effort?

Lin Lang wiped tears that did not exist at the end of her eyes elegantly, and said righteously, "Master Chen's request is probably a bit difficult. I want to brew emotions. By the way, I perform too hard, and I am a little hungry. Are there any food? Her performance also requires some physical strength.

The male continued to smile and flirt.

"If Miss Jin Er wants to have a picnic and go straight out, I think the wealthy people in my family will be grateful for your meat cutting and feeding dogs."

"I did as I said, can you return 50% of the shares to me?" Lin Lang was very close-footed, with a pitiful expression on his bright and open face, "Master Chen said a few words, giving me 100% Fifth, should it be cashable together? "

Chen Yuan was unmoved, and sneered, "When you become a fine fox, when did you become a lion? With such a big appetite, isn't Ms. Jin afraid of being choked to death?"

"Now that you have seen through--"

Lin Lang threw away her handbag, kicked high heels, and crookedly stood on the sofa.

Much of Chen Yuan ’s attention was seized by Lin Lang ’s clean toes. This guy, whose **** in the whole body ca n’t wait to be delicate to every hair, did n’t actually do nail art?

… Intentionally sinister. He thought.

"Snapped."

Chen Yuan sank around his waist.

She jumped up and hung on his body, with long legs like two tails, sitting cross-legged.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yuan lowered her eyes. She wore a pair of fluffy snowball earrings today, with a pale peach-colored eye makeup, and added a pure sense of innocence.

...... It's sinister with heart.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes.

"Facing the sea, you will be soaked in spring, brother." Lin Lang bent his lips and replied to his opponent with the previous words. She is the one who will climb up the pole most. As long as the man gives her a fulcrum, she can pry his entire world.

Obviously, the male host has an unclear attachment to her, but the person hid too deeply and did not find out. A thin and inconspicuous fuse, can blow the man's mouth out of his heart, and the bones are gone.

Chen Yuan held her up and lifted people very high.

Obviously it was a state of high intimacy, his face stiffened like a corpse, without the slightest tenderness.

"Brother, here you go."

He sneered.

What kind of tricks Miss Jin Er can play, he will wait and see.

Lin Lang picked up his face, and the hair on her forehead jumped into his collar naughtily. She looked affectionately and kissed her left face like a dragonfly.

Chen Yuan was expressionless.

Lin Lang thought about it and turned to kiss his right face, deliberately screaming loudly.

Chen Yuan's face was more paralyzed.

Then Lin Lang's wrist was sharp, and he slapped him.

The man's facial paralysis was cured, and the eyes under the lens narrowed dangerously. "Don't tell me, you were hitting mosquitoes just now. Ms. Jin, I can tell you that I don't have such a big mosquito in my house--"

"Mosquito" hadn't finished yet, and the man's throat suddenly choked.

She kissed his lips gently.

What's terrible is that at this moment, this guy did not close his eyes, but raised his eyes, provocatively, as if to say that you are a minister under the skirt, the old lady sees you with a pitiful kiss, and does not give the old lady a little better?

Is this an attitude of seeking others? Is this correct? Is this appropriate?

Chen Yuan closed his lips tightly, as if the old monk had settled in, and allowed the enemy to use the beauty of the beauty of the face, he did not move at all. Meditation in my heart, she is stronger by her, the breeze blows the hills, she is by her, the moon shines on the river, she ... she is a neuropathy!

Lin Lang was thrown into the sofa again.

Chen Yuan stroked his **** lips.

For the first time since he was released from prison, he was injured by a woman and saw blood.

The goblin smiled at him.

"It is said that this is a popular blood kiss recently, how does Master Chen feel?"

"Not really."

Chen Yuan pressed one knee against the edge of the sofa, combing his fingers through the wavy wavy hair, and suddenly clenched tightly, "It seems that Ms. Jin's kissing business has deteriorated. I will teach you for free."

The shoulders of the man were like heavy mountains, and they collapsed down instantly. The air fleeed one after another, evacuating the oxygen that depended on it for survival, and covering the light in the eyes of the survivors.

He kissed her frantically.

Lack of courteous warmth and lack of loving care are a kind of possessive, compulsory, cathartic, retaliatory emotion.

Hatred laid a hotbed of sin, and he cut off the dawn with his own hands. On the isolated island, like the hungry beasts, he bit the hands and feet of the intruder and wrapped her belly with her terrified eyes and painful sobs.

He hated her, really hated it.

How could she come here, come to him, and kiss him with a smile all over her face?

If time can go backwards, Chen Yuan swears that when he sees her first face, he will not hesitate to raise the axe and die with her! She, like a goddess, stands tall and enjoys the pursuit and pleasing of others. How could she know how he spent in prison in the past three years?

Inside the iron window, he was dark, and outside the iron window, she was red and green.

His throat was filled with glass, his chest was covered with wire, and every inch of his blood was cold, cold, and frozen.

Not popular.

What is he?

A corpse and a string puppet exist only for revenge.

Under the double torment of body and soul, revenge is the only motive power supporting Chen Yuan to live in prison. Even if he is broken by a prison tyrant, he can get out of the bed with gasps.

He wants to avenge his dad, he wants to let the old **** fall from heaven to hell, in order to pay off his debts! He wanted to let Jin Linlang taste the pain he had suffered, and all the people betrayed their relatives and were not to die!

He thought so, three years as a day.

However, at this moment, the summer wind outside the window is warm, the courtyard is full of plants, her thin snow-white clothes corner is tied on the waist, the cherry red wave-point dress, plum-colored full lips, he ca n’t escape, even if he disguise The indifferent expression, but the heartbeat can't be faked. On a hot summer day, the sweet breath of spring is hidden in the black pajamas.

Chen Yuan hates her and hates her inability even more.

He should squeeze her throat and let her roll to the side, but the fact is, **** himself is actually kissing the enemy!

How is this different from the puppies who wag their tails?

How can he be so cheap? !

Chen Yuan was disgusted with himself, disgusted with extreme nausea, and his stomach was rolling with nausea. The whole person cramped slightly, and the blood in his mouth exacerbated his burning pain. His limbs were as heavy as drowning, desperately eating his nerves.

The remaining reason told him that it was enough, and so far, Chen Yuan, you **** is a person, not a slut, you can't get dirty anymore.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth.

"What's wrong? Are you shaking with cold?"

She rubbed her finger on his forehead and muttered, "Will it be a fever?"

The young man bowed his head to lock her vision, and the gold wire glasses folded the light of Qing Lingling, as if the scarlet eyes were also covered with a layer of cold, metallic silver light.

"Boom--"

Lin Lang could hardly see his movements, and only heard the cracking sound. The lens of the gold wire glasses was crushed by him, and his fingers were meandering and bright red.

"Jin Linlang, you really make me sick."

And he is more disgusting, isn't he?

On the back of the sentence, there is a flood of emotions and a defensive breakout. The wish in hell, covered in mud, is only one step away from landing.

And he turned around.

Started a never-ending fall.

The dream of spring is colorful and decaying, everything is beautiful and degenerate, including him.

Chen Yuan was always awake and cruelly awake. He heard the ticking of the clock, the crazy vibration of the mobile phone downstairs and the ringtone repeated 19 times, and heard the hungry roar of the courtyard wolf dogs.

Hear her breath.

Close at hand, in my heart.

Chen Yuan mocked himself.

You live so **** like a dog.