Chapter 500 Miss the last days 36

  The young man didn't say a word, and his beautiful face was covered with a layer of ice. He pursed his lips and put her on the bed angrily.

Su Yan, who was out of her arms, lay on the bed sideways, frowning, except for the painful groan that escaped from time to time. She was quiet, as if she had fallen asleep.

  But if you look at her hand carefully, you will find that her hand is being held firmly, protruding the dark blue blood vessels, fragile and helpless.

   "Boom boom boom——"

  Old Xiao stood in shock and knocked at the door, and asked in a low voice: "Su, Miss Su, do you still need me to call for you—"

  Before the voice fell, a tongue of fire sprang from the crack of the door, almost not burning him.

"roll!"

   A clear and clear teenage voice, a bit muffled in his throat. Just like a good musical instrument, it's particularly beautiful in the night.

  Old Xiao was startled and turned around blankly.

  What's the matter, why is there a man in Miss Su's room?

  ……

   "Hey, can you hear me?"

  The beautiful boy with eyebrows leaned over and asked aggrievedly.

  Unfortunately, if the other party listened, he didn't know at all.

  "Do you know that you almost couldn't come back? If others can, can't I?" He snorted again, looking at Su Yan's eyes with extra concentration.

  As if she was about to swallow her in one bite, she brought a bit of fierceness and violence that belonged to beasts for no reason.

  Until this time, the little fox, who has been docile as a pet, showed a bit of instinct.

  His cold finger touched Su Yan's cheek, which was hot.

  Su Yan narrowed her eyes, and her brain was in chaos.

  Boom——

  Xiaobai's mind went blank, this, this woman, is she acting like a baby at him?

  Blood dripping from her cheeks. In a moment of dazedness, her long hair was suddenly caught by a slender and beautiful hand, and she quickly pulled it down.

"noob……"

  Su Yan opened her lips and whispered a name.

  The young fox transformed into a young man, and his jet-black eyes instantly filled with red light.

   Never hesitate anymore...

  ……

  In the early morning, the villa is quiet.

  In a room on the second floor, there was a woman's hoarse voice with a sneer.

  The fox, which has turned into a huge monster, leaned on the woman's feet obediently, rubbed her toes with soft hair, and a whimper escaped from his throat.

   "Have you a lot of skills?"

   "Still pretending to be dead?"

  Su Yan kicked it, without any soft strength. She gritted her teeth, playing with the gleaming Tang knife in her hand. The snow-white feet stepped on its back, and it felt as if the bones of the feet were about to be broken when they lifted up.

   "Are you able to bear it? Now you know how to behave? What did you do before?!"

  She exhaled a suffocating breath, her face almost frozen with ugly expression.

  When she wakes up, she feels that her body is no longer hers.

  What the **** did this thing that acted like a baby and pretended to be innocent all day, reminded Su Yan, and wished to kill it.

   "Woo woo-"

  The strange beast dared not move, but quietly covered a certain part with its tail.

   Pretending to rub Su Yan's fingers with her head, she seemed to make a nice sound when she acted like a baby in her throat. .

  Su Yan looked upset and kicked it away.

   "It can be transformed long ago, right? Go away, I'm not in the mood to clean up you now!"

  In fact, Su Yan didn't have any strength in that foot. The big fox who felt obediently rolled on the ground twice neatly following her movements.

  A soft light passed by, and the huge fox turned into a beautiful and beautiful boy.

  I saw a one-star malicious bad review, which is really like eating shit... I didn't press my head to force some people to read my book. Since I feel that what I wrote is as good as shit, why do I have to force myself to eat it, and then come to me and tell me: Bah! Shit is really ugly? For this kind of person, I just want to put up my **** and say how far away the thought is, how far do you roll it ok? (This remark is not aimed at the little angel clam who loves me. It is purely a complaint. It is a real response. Since I wrote the book, only two people have given me a one-star bad review, and the points that I caught are all the same problem. I suspect, is this person the same trumpet?)

  (End of this chapter)