Chapter 1538 The meaning of beauty

  Qin Zong's eyes faintly showed a smile that was not a smile. If there was a seemingly non-smiling eyebrow, Qin Zong looked at the boy on the bed coolly.

   "Why not call?"

  Qin Zong's handsome and unparalleled face is as exquisite as the snow on the iceberg for thousands of years, and he said lightly, "Didn't you call it very happy before?"

"Or……"

  The man's voice has not yet been spoken, Young Master Yan moved his eyes, and sat up abruptly, with a faint smile, slender fingers hooked Qin Zong's collar buttons.

   With a slight force, he directly raised his head and hit Qin Zong's thin lips.

  A kiss and it was printed.

   Breathing alternately, lips touching.

  The man's dark and deep cold eyes suddenly ignited with fiery flames.

  He stretched out his hand, supported the young man’s head with his palm, turned against the guest, and broke into her territory forcefully.

  The breath is fused together, the lips and tongue are intertwined, and the charming and hot breath slowly rises.

  Yantao’s white cheeks showed a red color, as if electric current ran across the spine, bringing out bursts of numbness and trembling.

   "This is called...beauty?"

  The chubby Xiaoqi squatted in the corner, thinking about the meaning of the owner's doing this, and then silently took pictures.

  As soon as the kiss ended, the breath of the two of them was a little quick.

  Qin Zong stepped back slightly, those Han Che eyes were as deep as the dark night, and there was a little bit of broken ice in them.

   "So happy...it seems to be all right."

   "I'm going to be a hooligan."

  Qin Zong's eyebrows were stern, put his hands on the bedside, and spoke casually.

  The man's voice is deep and sexy, like a mellow wine, and the intoxicating breath rushes through his ears.

  "Playing as a hooligan?..." Young Master Yan held him halfway, his handsome and unparalleled face revealed three points of beauty and evil, and looked at him affectionately: "Don't worry, this is my patent for you."

  Qin Zong...

   "You should keep it for yourself."

  The cold eyes swept across Yan Tao, and he raised his sword eyebrows lightly, his cold face revealed the ultimate dignity, and he stood up: "I just don't know, how many times have you released this patent."

  Young Master Yan heard the words, leaned his upper body and half prone to the bed, stretched out his hand to hook Qin Zong's finger, and tickled him provocatively, and the narrow and narrow eyes glowed with a three-pointed look.

   "Look, I love your noble character.

  Love your beautiful face, love your straight spine.

  Let time go by, and the years go by.

  My love for you is like the burning flame that will never go out. "

   "Ah, my love..."

  The beautiful young boy has a pair of peach blossom eyes full of affection, and the beautiful eyebrows are covered with a layer of gauze under the golden light.

  Beautiful, making people startled, "...you are the most beautiful!"

  The cold air in Qin Zonghan's eyes rose slightly, his gorgeous eyes fell on Yan Tao's face, and he slowly said, "Are you in a poem recitation contest?"

  "High and clean character?"

   "Straight spine?"

  Qin Zong seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and Liang Liang said, "In your heart, am I a pine tree or a cypress tree?"

  "The pines and cypresses are too vulgar to call you."

  Master Yan poke him with his finger, and his thin lips set off a brilliant arc.

   "You are in my heart, just..."

  Master Yan was talking, Qin Zong had already stood up and walked out of the room.

   "I haven't finished it yet!"

  Master Yan's unhappy flat mouth: He didn't even listen to my love confession.

  Her family indulgence is getting less and less caring!

  Little Seven...

  (End of this chapter)