Luo Xi looked at his deep eyes and said timidly, "No, Jian Qing is not an outsider."
The man stood still and looked at her coldly, "Oh, then who do you think he is to me?"
"My wife" Luo Xi answered him probingly There was a trace of amusement on the corner of Jing Mohao's lips, and he continued to ask, "Then who are you to me?"
"lover" Luo Xi didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that he would blow her away if he was upset, but it turned out that the small voice was not worth the importance of the content.
The man curled his arms and hooked Luo Xi to the inside of the big bed.
Luo Xi trembled because of his jolt and said hurriedly, "Jing Mohao, tell the truth whether you like men or not.
It doesn't matter.
I won't laugh at you."
There was an undercurrent in Jing Mohao's eyes, and his voice was cold and stern, "Luo Xi, you don't know whether I like men or women." "" she should know The body likes women, the heart likes men She also couldn't rule out the possibility that he was bisexual.
Judging from the current scandalous news, it should be for both men and women.
He looks so unisex, who knows what he is thinking But since he regards Jian Qing as a woman, all men and women should be women in his eyes.
It's scary to think about it Luo Xi was ready to study this evildoer, so he asked, "Jing Mohao, why do you think Jian Qing is a woman?"
The man's handsome face moved closer, and his voice was full of temptation, "Luo Xi, you are jealous." "" Why is she jealous?
It has nothing to do with her.
He always interrupts on key issues, and she can never understand the slightest bit of his thoughts.
Luo Xi turned her face away, pushed him away with her palms, and said self-deprecatingly, "You can like whoever you like, I'm too lazy to care about you, get up, I'm going to bed."
Jing Mohao simply put the tip of his pen against her neck and joked, "Why, I fainted because of myself?"
Luo Xi pulled the corner of her pajamas, sniffed them hard, and said inexplicably, "It doesn't smell."
The man leaned up and sniffed her mouth, "Why not?
It smells like old vinegar."
"Jing Mohao, you are sick" Jing Mohao chuckled, got up from her, and lay on the other side, "You are sick."
"Why am I sick?"
"A broken nose is not considered a disease" Luo Xi rolled her eyes at him, stretched out her legs and crossed over with one foot, "That's because you have a fantasy disorder."
The man immediately took hold of her and put her back in place, "Just sleep peacefully and don't move around again.
Don't expect to hear any news."
How can you move so fast?
There must be paranoia about being persecuted, and he is always ready to defend himself against attacks from others.
Luo Xi immediately went back to bed and closed his eyes to sleep.
Really annoying He has another reason to threaten himself At noon the next day, Jian Qingcai called again to inform them that Luo Jun had woken up.
The two of them got into the car.
Jing Mohao looked at the overjoyed woman beside him, his fingers reaching for the heavy voice recorder in his pocket, his eyes dark.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Luo Xi opened the door impatiently and got out of the car, but was firmly pulled back to his seat by a big hand from behind.
"What's the rush?"
the man said dissatisfied.
People marry a daughter-in-law and forget their mother, but she is better off.
When she wakes up, her father forgets her husband.
The man parked the car steadily into the garage and led Luo Xi into the elevator leisurely
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