Stolen Love

"You missed the time." The cold words spit out from the mouth of the ink, and adjusted a posture, trapping the whole heart under the body.

The heart of the glass was quite dissatisfied and struggling. When the ink was suddenly frowning, he said, "Don't move." Tightly trapped the glass heart in his arms.

The heart of the glass struggled with a sweat and did not struggle to use anything. Instead, I felt even more hungry. When I saw that the ink was too unmovable, I couldn’t help but sigh. How did I meet this demon king? Even eating is not allowed, no, Qi Mo is not a devil, he is Zhou Yupi, exploiting the labor and not giving food to Zhou Yupi.

Confused, hungry can actually sleep, the hungry glass heart can not help but also admire yourself, feeling that the side is cool, the person who is trapped of himself has disappeared, the glass suddenly turned over and sits out the window The sky is still dark, and Qi Mo has already disappeared from the crowd.

After encountering Qi Mo, this is the first time that Qi Mo left alone when she fell asleep. She glanced at the tray with the smell of food on the bed. The glass heart could not help picking her eyebrows. What is this?

On the second day, early in the morning, the glass heart just walked out of the door, and Wen Wen smiled with a smile on his face. He smiled at the glass heart: "Beautiful lady, wake up?"

When she saw a big early morning, she came to a beautiful man. Although she is not a color girl, she still likes beautiful things. She nodded at the moment: "Can't you see it?"

Yan Wen suddenly laughed and made a gesture to the heart of the glass: "Breakfast is already ready, beautiful lady please."

"My name is the heart of the glass." For the name of a beautiful lady, the heart of the glass is still very cold. Yan Wen saw the glass heart and went straight to the restaurant. He didn’t answer him very much. He couldn’t help but smile. It’s rare for someone to look at him like this.

"Qi boss, where did they go?" Looking at the nourishment of bird's nest in front of him, the glass heart was half-black and half-browed and asked about the essay.

Yan Wen suddenly smiled: "You were there yesterday." Are they not clear enough?

The heart of the glass listened to the text, and it was a bit unexpected. It was a bit unexpected. I knew that Qi Mo was definitely going to find the batch of arms that had been dropped, but it was a bit strange to bring her.

"The slang is not a simple character. It is a little dangerous. You are injured soon. It is best to stay here. Glass heart, these days I can be your flower ambassador. I want to go somewhere, even though I open my mouth."

The heart of the glass saw a smile on his face, and he nodded slightly. He said, "Do you mean that these days, the boss is not there? I don't have to follow him in the water, come in the fire?"

Yan Wen saw a serious heart, and a smile in the eyebrows: "Of course, you are very free these days."

"That's good, I have to go to the black prison to see it." Glass heart immediately commented.

Yan Wenwen suddenly looked at the glass heart and said: "What are you going to do in hell? Is there any good knowledge there?" This black prison is the concentration camp under his mafia.

"You just need to tell me to take me, or not?" The eyebrows of the glass looked at the essay, and Qi Mo held her soft place. She only had everything to listen to. Others did not have so many faces. .

"Don't go." Yan Wen listened to the glass heart and said, immediately smiled and replied, Africa, concentration camp, nothing, he ran that place to do? Moreover, he still has important things to do now.

The heart of the glass picked up the eyebrow and nodded. "Oh, where is the place not allowed? Let me say it clearly."

Yan Wen saw that the glass heart was so direct, and could not help but raise his eyebrows and smiled: "No, you can go anywhere."

"That's good, give me a car, I want to go out for a walk."

"Your breakfast is not eaten? I can remember that someone told the kitchen to eat in the middle of the night last night." Yan Wen looked at the heart of the glass.

The heart of the glass swept away the sly text. The opposite person couldn’t see the direction of the boss. It’s the identity of the boss. Actually, the eight-headed woman is still good at the ink, and the words are less good, and it’s rare. At the moment, I stood up and said: "You are not a fan, you can't control it." He said that he went straight out.

Ferrari, the favorite brand of the glass heart, the speed is fast enough, it is enough to pull the wind, watching the silver open-top sports car on the driver's face with a smile on his face, the glass heart directly open the door, screw out the essay and throw it In the passenger seat, I didn't ask why Weng had to follow up. I sat directly on the driver's seat. As soon as I stepped on the gas pedal, Ferrari fluttered like a wind.

"Good craftsmanship." Blowed a whistle, and Wen looked at the Ferrari with two hundred speeds. He flew a handful of hair and looked at the heart of the glass.

"Is it?" At the foot of the glass, the throttle was in a bang, and once again accelerated to catch up with the high-speed car, there was a scream in the back, and the flying family in the early morning flight caused interest, and they chased after each other. With a glass heart.

"Compared with me, hehe." Glass heart rushed to the end of the throttle, and the high-speed road suddenly staged a fabulous speeding contest. In the screaming, the heart of the glass is like a fish in the middle of the car, flexible around. Interspersed, such as the sharp sword, and screamed.

Looking at the flying family behind him, he was thrown away. The heart of the glass slammed on the horn, and he sighed with a sigh of relief. He said: "Happy." When I vented it, the heart suddenly felt that the sky was big, the land was wide, and everything was perfect.

"Beautiful, really beautiful." I have been sitting in the glass car to enjoy the general essay, eyes looking at the heart of the glass, full of praise, this car is really beautiful.

"After the prize." A sudden brake, turn a corner, abandon the high speed, enter the city, I don't hesitate to see the glass heart, I can't help but raise my eyebrows: "It seems that I don't need this guide, you seem to be more than I am still familiar with it."

"That is of course." I have lived here for more than ten years, even if I practice a lot of time, the rest of the time is enough for the city.

A few turns, leaning to the side, parking, familiar seems to be in front of the door, Yan Wen sees this and does not say much, smiled behind the glass heart.

Dressing up, spreading the goods, I chose a 32-piece blouse on the stall. The black-pressed **** was matched with the color of the pimple. It looked horrible and weird. I chose a gold red for 50 yuan. Jeans, filled with metal objects, made a slap in the face when they walked, with a pair of broken shoes that showed their foreheads for 18 dollars. The heart of the glass was dazzling.

Yan Wen looked at the big change of the glass heart, not laughing or laughing or looking at it, looking at his own brand from head to toe, the same dress of Yara, in the match of the big heart of the glass heart, is hard to be Life suppresses the visual enjoyment brought by famous brands. This book is started by this site, please do not reprint!