Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Yao's mother checked Yao Wei's classmates through relationships.

Some of these people mix well, some mix badly, and some, like Yao Wei, are a rich second-generation, living a life of drunkenness.

Xia Han also got a copy.

He didn't know where it came from, but he awoke and put it on the table.

Xia Han read these again, a little suspicious: "Little beauty, you say, is there really a ghost in Yao Wei's villa?"

"Yes." Chu Zheng was very determined.

"Are you so sure?" Xia Han held the documents and sat down next to Chu Zheng: "Little Beauty, do you know something?"

"Guess." You can't be pregnant out of thin air, right? So it can!

"..." Xia Han turned through the information: "These people are still alive..."

After Xia Han's light swept Chuzheng's lips, her voice fell a few degrees, her bright red lips squeezed lightly, and her white fingers repeatedly pinched the materials.

Xia Han put down the information: "Little beauty, I want to kiss."

"Ok?"

The boy's beautiful eyes were full of seriousness.

With the halo of dawn on his eyelashes, he brushed beautiful shadows on his fair skin, his lips were slightly opened, and the tip of his tongue was faintly visible, with a seductive glow.

The boy is like a beautiful boy who walks out of the comics. Every subtle movement has its own halo effect.

Chu Zheng leaned on the sofa, fixed his eyes on his lips for several seconds, and nodded.

Xia Han raised this question with anxiety.

He even thought about Chuzheng rejecting himself indifferently.

I didn't expect happiness to come too soon.

The corners of the boy's lips were slightly bent, and he kissed his body.

The coldness spread all over the body instantly.

The dragon pattern between the young man's sleeves reflected golden light, and when he raised his hand, the too wide sleeves fell, revealing the young man's white wrists.

He wanted to hug Chuzheng's neck, but was pulled by Chuzheng and had to put it on her shoulder.

The teenager pryed her lips apart, hooked her tongue, sucking and biting.

"Okay." Chu Zheng pushed him away.

The teenager's body trembled slightly, but there was still some meaning, and the time was too short.

Chu Zheng raised his hand, and the blanket on the opposite sofa flew over automatically, and Chu Zheng wrapped him up.

The boy bulged his cheeks and his eyelashes quivered. He muttered, "Little beauty, I still want to..."

"Don't die?"

"There is a saying that you are also romantic when you die under the peony flower." The boy's voice was crisp.

"I am not Peony."

"That's a metaphor, the little beauty is much better than Peony..." Xia Han is proud, how could his little beauty be comparable to Peony.

Chuzheng wrapped him up, hugged him horizontally, and went upstairs.

She raised the temperature in the bedroom, put the person on the bed, and half pressed him through the blanket.

The room gradually warmed up.

Xia Han got warmer.

He opened his eyes and looked at Chu Zheng: "Little Beauty..."

Chu Zheng lowered his head and pecked on his lips. The latter opened his eyes slightly. Before he could react, Chu Zheng had already left and kissed him again after a few seconds.

"Is it cold?" Chu Zheng asked him.

"Fortunately..." Xia Han murmured.

She didn't kiss for too long, and separated before the cold spread, and the room seemed to not feel cold as the heat rose.

Chuzheng accurately controlled the time, trying to make Xia Han feel cold.

Buzzing...

Xia Han's phone vibrated.

Chuzheng stopped, and stared at Xia Han for a few seconds before turning over and sitting by the bed.

Being disturbed, Xia Han struggled out of the blanket very unhappily and answered the phone.

Yao Wei called the call, and Xia Han responded a few times.

He hung up the phone and pulled Chuzheng's sleeve: "Continue?"

Chu Zheng pinched his chin and kissed: "Next time."

Xia Han was disappointed: "If there is a way, it will make me not feel cold..." Then he can kiss whatever he wants.

Chu Zheng didn't know what he was thinking, and it took a long time to say: "Maybe there."

The pleasure of the body can also affect the mood.

Chu Zheng was in a good mood at this time, although...I couldn't tell.

At first, Xia Han agreed to Xia Han because of a ghost contract. Xia Han made a solemn request, and she almost nodded.

But behind...

Chu Zheng wanted to do that.

It seemed that I couldn't control myself.

Chuzheng was a little puzzled, and she threw this puzzle to the King.

[Miss sister, you like him. ] The King said with a grin.

"Like it?"

Emotions are complicated and difficult to grasp.

Happiness, trouble, pain, anger, sadness...like it.

These things will affect itself, and even affect the development and outcome of the whole thing.

[Otherwise why do you want to kiss him? Only for those who like it~]

"Isn't it sweet and sour feeling like it?" Chuzheng poked his phone while asking, "Why don't I feel this way?"

This is completely different from a certain degree.

The dog wants to lie to me again!

[...Miss sister, don't you search randomly, okay? Like this kind of thing, no one can give you a standard answer. 】

[Anyway, when you treat someone special and others don’t have treatment, you probably like it. 】

Treatment that others don't...

Chuzheng looked serious: "It could also be because of guilt, responsibility, compassion..."

[...] The King was silent, roaring, [Stop! Miss sister, do you think you want to kiss each other because of guilt! ! ! 】

Chuzheng thoughtfully.

Chuzheng suddenly asked: "The **** won't stop me? Does it matter if I like good guy cards?"

[It’s okay, Miss Sister’s physical and mental health and well-being are also my... considerations. 】

"You are so humane?"

[That is natural. 】The King is very proud.

[Miss sister, you find that you like Xia Han, do you have any ideas? 】

Chu Zheng replied solemnly: "Close it first."

【……? ? ? ? ? 】

It has preset all kinds of messy situations.

For example, a young lady who is totally unconscious, suddenly finds that she likes others, and will definitely panic.

For another example, Miss Sister will deny it, resolutely not admit it, and maintain her image as a cold goddess.

I even thought about the possibility that young lady might kill people because of being frightened.

But she didn't!

She didn't!

Nope!

She didn't panic at all, accepted without hindrance that she liked someone, and had a bold and strange idea that she had never preset at all-shut it up.

Isn't this a standard configuration for black people?

It knows that Miss Sister’s receptivity has always been very strong...

But can she accept such things calmly?

Is Miss Sister the Devil?

[Miss sister, wait a minute, why do you want to lock it up? 】

"Since I like it, I have to get it. What's the problem?" Chu Zheng nodded, firming himself up.

[...] It really shouldn't use its short-sighted vision to look at Miss Treasure Sister, who can make different sparks anytime and anywhere.

The King is deeply aware of its mistakes.

And one hundred thousand points of sympathy for Xia Han.

She hadn't been blackened yet, and she was looked at as normal first, but the young lady who had a very blackened thoughts caught her eye.

It shouldn't discuss liking such things with the young lady.

If it doesn't break, Miss Sister will definitely figure it out for a while.

It is guilty.