Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"I went to play in Lisboa and met Yan Fufeng?" He didn't want to ask, he seemed like a jealous husband, with a demeanor, although he didn't think the little girl would think so much.

"Hey, brother, how do you know?" Sure enough, Ruan Xihe was only a little surprised, but he didn't feel surprised and confused.

She simply felt strange, why would he know?

It's like a wife catching the smell of another woman's perfume on her husband.

He Nanxian didn't say anything, and went to sit on the sofa alone. His temper was often too reserved and quiet.

Ruan Xihe stood there for a while, brother is this angry?

Is it related to her?

Forget it, don't care if it matters to coax.

When she leaned over, He Nanxian handed her a can of fresh milk, which was brought from home. She was in the capital, and Aunt Zhuo opened a can for her a day.

He Nanxian was afraid that she didn't drink after she came over, and was not used to it, so she took four cans in one breath.

"Thank you brother, brother was unhappy just now?"

"It's not unhappy. I put the remaining three cans in the refrigerator. I want to drink them these few days. Go and get them by myself." He Nanxian touched her head, as if it was the same as usual.

Ruan Xihe frowned when she saw that he was lying, and she rubbed He Nanxian's face with her backhand: "If you're not happy, let's just say it."

He Nanxian looked at her sideways, the little girl seemed to be a little unhappy, but the thoughts in his heart rolled for several times and he couldn't say it. What to say?

Said he was upset because he smelled other men on her?

Said that he was worried about her going out alone, and came here specially, waiting for her for so long, didn't even eat dinner?

Said that he actually really minded that he had nothing to do with her, and that he was not even qualified to lose his temper?

"I'm not upset." He smiled reluctantly this time.

Ruan Xihe didn't know where the problem was, He Nanxian's mouth was too strict.

"Don't laugh, it's not pretty for you to smile like this." She sat over, put her arms around his neck, and nestled in his arms.

He Nanxian was afraid that she would fall, so he could only separate his arms to hug her.

Since you can't ask it now, ask again when you sleep, don't worry.

The waiter who happened to deliver the meal knocked on the door.

He Nanxian has a special identity. Ruan Xihe asked him to sit inside. She asked the waiter to arrange the meal before calling him out.

The two of them are seated, the atmosphere is still very good here, there is a fountain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and exquisite meals are on the table.

"Brother, we are acting like an affair like this." Ruan Xihe didn't mean anything else, just said casually.

He Nanxian almost choked.

So thinking people seem to be unable to be frank and frank.

"It will be cold for a while, try this." He Nanxian caught Ruan Xihe a small piece of cod.

"Thank you brother.

The two had dinner together and went to sleep in the house.

Everyone brought pajamas, but tonight, she was not at ease.

Arched in his arms: "Brother~ Why are you unhappy?"

"Harmony!" There was depression and restraint in his voice. As long as he was a normal man and the girl he liked was in his arms, he couldn't bear it, right?

"My brother said, why are you unhappy?" She half supported the bed, breathing very close to him.

He Nanxian closed his eyes and calmed down his emotions, and turned away from behind. If you didn't look at her little fairy, he would be fine!

Ruan Xihe:......

This aroused Ruan Xihe's desire to win.

Even if you are Tang Seng today, I want you to open this golden mouth!

She grabbed He Nanxian's shoulder with her hands, didn't break the person, but accidentally tore off some of his pajamas.

Showing half of her shoulder, tusk, it's so good-looking, she just touched it subconsciously, then touched it again, then squeezed, um, still wanted to knead, but she didn't mean it!

He Nanxian's body trembled and suddenly turned around and sat up. The emotions in her eyes were gloomy and unclear. She pressed her violently moving hands, and her voice was hoarse: "What are you doing."

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