Ex Girlfriend Blackens Every Day

120-124: Straw bag (16-20)

120: The upper can hold the moon for nine days, and the lower can enter the river to catch turtles.

"Not the Seventh Prince? Who is that?"

Yan Boye suddenly sat up, Lin Lang's fingers were winding his strands of hair.

As he moved, his scalp was sore and sore, he could not help but take a breath.

He was about to get angry. Lin Lang quickly hugged his narrow waist and gently kissed him in the burning place. His stomach was irritated and the smoke disappeared, and he couldn't help but glance back at her.

This person's "skills" are so proficient, it must have been tested in many people.

Yan Boye thought so, there was some pantothenic acid in his heart, but the other party seemed to perceive it and hugged him tighter. The hot temperature came from behind him, and his heart gradually warmed up again.

"You don't need to manage this," Lin Lang said.

Yan Boye is not the kind of person who will obediently obey, and raises his eyebrows.

"What do you mean? Are you doubting my ability?"

Let his sweetheart be assassinated, but he is indifferent, he is not so useless.

Lin Lang put his chin on his head and bit the other person 's slightly sensitive ear. He said rumblingly, "How dare I doubt your' ability '? Did you prove it to me in bed?"

Yan Boye learned martial arts from an early age. Both his body and spirit are far stronger than the average boy, and he doesn't think he will lose to any heroic girl. Even in front of the hostess, he is doing his own thing, but it can be said to be out of bounds.

But Lin Lang became his dead spot.

No matter how tough the steel is, it becomes soft.

What's more, he faced another experienced driver, and he was stunned after few rounds.

At this time, Yan Boye heard her similar flirting words, and suddenly two groups of attractive reds appeared on her face. She couldn't help but glared at her again.

"As a woman, how can you put your beloved in danger? Without my permission, others would not like to move you."

"Yes ..."

Yan Boye only felt that his heart was hit hard.

He showed great talent in swordsmanship, and the master who taught him also believed that he was strong enough and did not need any protection. However, after this man appeared, he tasted for the first time the taste of being cared for and spoiled.

"I'll take care of this matter, I don't want your beautiful hands to be stained with blood." Lin Lang held his hand, the other's fingers were cold, and she sighed gently.

"Is it still cold?"

"I'm not cold with you."

"Small mouth is so sweet, is it smeared with honey?"

"Huh? What silly words are you talking about?" The other party gave her a look of "are you an idiot"?

"Who would stupidly eat honey without wiping his mouth."

Someone's face is straightforward.

Lin Lang: "..."

Very good, chat dead.

Lin Lang sent Yan Boye back to his room, then turned around and returned to his house.

As she stepped through the snow in the courtyard, she stumbled and almost did not fall.