She looked at his formidable ruggedness, and there was a ray of surprise in her eyes, "Why? Why are you afraid I mind your appearance?"

If she didn’t see the monitoring of the scar on his left face after falling asleep that night, he might still have pimples in his heart, thinking that she would disgust him and ruin his face.

Since watching the video of her licking the scar on his left face cherishly, his heart was touched and moved whenever he thought about it.

Can he make such a move after he falls asleep, how could she think his face is ugly?

"No." He walked up to her and pityed a kiss on her smooth forehead. "The scar on my left face is cured, at least... it looks better on the outside."

He doesn't care whether his face is disfigured, but he cares about the pain of disfiguring being betrayed by the closest person.

She asked sarcastically, "Do you want to be handsome?"

"Just be it." If he didn't want to match her appearance, he planned not to have a facelift all his life, leaving a scar on his left face to remind himself that when the person was ruthless, he could not be recognized by his relatives.

She shrugged, "Your own face, if you want a facelift, you'll be happy."

"I will arrange a doctor consultation at the cosmetic surgery hospital tomorrow." He said in a condensed tone, "First, explain that the most famous doctors in the world have diagnosed before, and the large scars on my left face burned, even if the cosmetic surgery cannot be completely recovered."

"Uh." She nodded.

He raised his dark eyebrows, "Do you want my left face to recover?"

"The face is your own, you decide."

"Either it's not correct, now it's decided to restore the left face to the best condition." A gloom flashed in his eyes. Staring at her beautiful face, every time I think of Mu Yufeng's scum that looks very handsome in the eyes of a woman walking beside her, it looks as **** as she looks, and his heart rushes endlessly jealousy.

He also wanted to walk with her, and his appearance could match. "My face in the left face was plastic surgery, completely for you."

"Then don't." She quickly waved her hand. "Then you should stop it."

"How to speak, I'm not old, use your word." He frowned uncomfortably. "What I decided, I won't change it!"

"Anyway, you move the knife to your left face, it doesn't matter to me." She snorted coldly, so that he didn't want him to think of it as her.

"Dead woman, do you want to clear the relationship with me so much?" There was a slight anger in his lacquered eyes.

"Right." She asked without hesitation. "When will you move out of my house?"

He instantly darkened his face, and the original Beng Sen's ruggedness looked exceptionally gloomy, "I said, this is my home!"

"..." She stroked her forehead with a headache. "What's special about you is that it's addictive to occupy other people's houses? After finishing the Mujia Manor, you have to occupy my nest again!"

Although her house is very large, nearly 300 square meters, it is nothing to him, a super rich man.

He overbearingly hugged her in his arms, "Then you go to my house."

Her eyebrows are almost knotted. How can this dead man drive him away?

I glanced out the window, could I really throw him from the 15th floor to GAME...OVER?

From her eyes, he saw her intentions, and narrowed the eyes of Youqi slightly, "Why, want to hold me and jump upstairs?" He took her to the window, "Go and jump, I give You put your back in place to make you more comfortable when you land."