Chapter 1333 Yan Tao: What, you fell in love with me?

  The black simple shirt clings to the man’s upper body, faintly revealing the strong and perfect muscle lines on the lower abdomen.

  He has the first button on his shirt, and his shirt is wet again.

   Contradictory gives birth to abstinence and extremely **** beauty.

   Song Lingfeng stood at the entrance of the cave, with a puzzled expression: Did he read it wrong? In the heavy rain just now, didn't this Mr. Qin's clothes dry?

  Lian Feng leaned against the stone wall awkwardly, his mouth twitched: Beauty.

  Does this still know the rigid Master Qin who is like the old man?

  Lian the adjutant face up.

  Is this world too crazy, or am I not fashionable enough?

   can no longer keep up with the rhythm of the times.

  Song Lingfeng stared at the outside very vigilantly, with a pair of sharp eyes staring outside.

   Lian Feng followed the guard hard: awarded himself a medal of a good adjutant of China.

  Well, I definitely deserve it.

  Young Master Yan leaned lazily on the stone wall, with a pair of peach-blossom eyes, and looked at the extremely attractive man opposite without restraint.

   My heart is about to move.

  Little Seven: Master, don’t forget your promise.

   Yan Tao...! ! !

   Very angry: whose system are you in the end!

   Xiaoqi automatically speaks consciously: You promised Mr. Yunkuo and set up an automatic reminder.

   Xiao Qiyi's face is pure and kind: I'm just an innocent system.

  Yantao: Ha.

  She tore the corners of her lips, her eyes seemed to smile, "Mr. Qin, do you want to take off your clothes and bake it? I don't know how long it will rain."

   "No need."

  Qin Zonghan’s eyes seemed like a bottomless deep pool, unable to see the depth.

   "I'll do it after a meeting."

  Yantao however casually said, seeing that he had no plans to dry his clothes, he casually raised his brows, half-closed his eyes, and began to close his eyes and calm down.

  In my heart: Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, all beauty is emptiness...

  Little Seven...

  This rain, it fell into the night in one step.

  Night falls, and there is still no weakening trend.

  The overflowing water outside, on the contrary, has a rising trend.

  Qin Zong sat silently all the time, but his eyes fell on Yan Tao from time to time.

   means unknown, deep and obscure.

  Young Master Yan half closed his eyes, noticed the man's sight, and opened his eyes suddenly.

  A pair of peach blossom eyes are dyed with a romantic smile, and a fascinating smile blooms on the pale to almost transparent face.

   Bend his upper body slightly and approached the handsome man.

  She raised her lips and chuckled, "Why, do you like me?"

  The tone is frivolous, and the yuppie's movements are full of hooliganism.

  Alive and free from the appearance of a young disciple in the world.

  See Qin Zong stunned.

  Shaoyoung smiled, fingers stretched out as white as jade, and touched the handsome side of the man slightly, rubbing his cheeks with his fingers and teasing him.

   "My young master likes beauties the most. Would you like to go back with me?"

   "You follow me, what you want, the young master can give you."

  Qin Zongfeng's eyes were as quiet as snow, and he looked at her coldly, "Go home with you?"

"I haven't seen a type like you yet," Master Yan's peach blossom eyes dyed the beautiful air to the end of his eyes, "The ones I raised can't be as good as you in one place. Let me Heartbeat."

   "There are more scars..."

  The young man said, his bright white fingertips stroked the scar between the man’s brow bones, and slowly moved along the scar, looking at him frivolously, “It’s just a scar, and I can help you fill it up.”

   "That would be perfect."

  (End of this chapter)