"I don't think so." Yanbeicheng but pick pick eyebrow, the villain a gang of Baba together up, "I want you to accompany me."
Say, raise a hand to then grasp the hand of Mo Shanghua, pull her to own bosom.
Mo Shanghua subconsciously struggled twice, but the result was the same as that of countless times before, and he couldn't struggle at all.
She simply gave up the struggle, looking at Yan Beicheng helplessly, "what are you going to do?"
Yan Beicheng stares at Mo Shanghua's delicate cheek for a while. He can't help but raise his hand and gently pinch it on the tip of her nose. "You can't really see it or you can't fake it. I'm here, but it's very sour."
Said, he grabbed the hand of flowers on the road to his left chest, the position of the heart, "but the whole bubble in here, if you let him bubble down, I'm afraid it will be rotten."
Because she was held by Yan Beicheng, her whole palm was forced to be placed on Yan Beicheng's heart. Through her thin clothes, she could even clearly feel the strong and powerful heartbeat of Yan Beicheng under her palm.
Flowers on the street can not help but Leng and Leng, the whole person is frozen there.
This time, the helpless person changed into Yan Beicheng.
He couldn't help pinching the tip of the flower's nose again and said with a straight face: "wood, you are really a wood."
Mo Shanghua this just returned to God, some dull raised his head to look at him, "acid?"
Yan Beicheng saw that she seemed to be enlightened. He nodded vigorously. "It's so sour, even the old fox can smell it."
Mo Shanghua pursed her lips and took her hand back from his heart. After a long time, she said, "I have nothing to do with Yan cenxuan. I will care about him and see that he is not well. If something happens in Yuzhou, it's not a good ending."
What Yan cenxuan likes is the original owner, and the people he has been with are also the original owner. Naturally, it has nothing to do with her. It is because of the original owner.
Thinking about it, she added: "I just didn't understand why you did that before, now…" Now I know that I will not be angry with you.
Later, she did not continue to say, only half said, then the rest and swallow back.
In that case, she really can't say it. However, she thought that even if she didn't say it, Yan Beicheng would understand.
Yan North City lips Cape this just arouses a bit of smile, raise a hand to take the Mo Shang flower in own bosom, pull the distance of two people closer, more intimate.
Mo Shanghua was just pulled by him, and half of his body was leaning into his arms. Now the whole person has been hanging on him, and his cheek is close to his chest, even the breath of his whole body can be clearly smelled.
Yan Beicheng slender thin fingers through the Mo flower soft smooth hair, voice is particularly low and pleasant to hear, "Mo son."
The flower quilt on the street was so confused that it called for a moment. After a long time, it raised its head and said, "call me?"
"Is there anyone else?" Yan Beicheng couldn't help laughing. He raised his hand and stroked her disordered hair. "If there's something unhappy or jealous, you have to say it to me just now, you know?"
"Say it?" The flower eyebrow tip on the street lightly picked to pick, always inside the eyes of quiet and quiet, but at the moment like a clear spring at the end of visible general, water run crystal clear tight.
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