"You are a man and I am a woman.
Hearing this, the man seemed to have received some kind of permission, and his big palm directly penetrated her pajamas, "Oh, why didn't I know you were a woman?
This needs to be checked."
"Ah Jing Mohao, you bastard, I am your woman, why don't you know how to go away?"
He has been torturing her all night, and he wants to continue.
Why is he so tired?
The man's smile deepened and he lowered his body directly, "Oh, she is still my woman, so I need to check her carefully." "" Why does he always find a reason to eat her up no matter what he says?
The posture is different every time.
I really don't know what he was studying during his absence.
"Stop."
Luo Xi suddenly waved his hand and grabbed the man's shoulder, "I have something to say."
The man moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, as if watching the prey in his hand make a final declaration before it was blown away, "What do you want to say?"
"I don't like the color here."
Luo Xi just watched Jing Mohao's shocking appearance, and confidently criticized the aesthetic vision of the president of Mo Yao Tianxia Jewelry Design Company.
If it were anyone else who dared to say no to Jing Mohao's aesthetics, he would probably be in a mass grave by now.
But it was no one else who said this, but a prey in the hands of President Mo Yao.
Of course, the end would not be to be thrown into a mass grave, but to be mercilessly eaten by the CEO.
Jing Mohao showed a meaningful smile, "If you don't like it, I'll take you to the mall later and you can design it yourself."
"I'm going now."
In order to escape from the clutches of the devil, Luo Xi really tried his best.
Not only did he take the initiative to talk to Jing Mohao, he also made two demands in a row.
However, who calls her the sweet little wife who just killed her fiancé?
Oh shit What a fiancé’s little wife, this is his Jing Mohao’s woman "It's too late to say it now."
After the man said that, he drove straight in and once again devoured her completely.
After the most vivid release, Luo Xi lay on the bed exhausted.
Why is it that he is the one who works hard, but she is the one who gets tired and stupid every time in the end?
"Do you want to go to the mall?"
The man picked her up.
"Yeah," Luo Xi hummed weakly, "You carry me on your back."
Jing Mohao suddenly smiled, seeing how she was so sleepy and struggling that she couldn't stop acting coquettishly, it made him particularly attracted.
"Luoxi, kiss me."
The man said, leaning his handsome face towards her.
Where Luo Xi still had the strength, she grabbed his neck with both hands, knocked her chin on his shoulder, tilted her head, and was dying.
He didn't get a kiss, but he received this little woman's heartfelt dependence.
The man was still more than satisfied.
"Luoxi, what do you want Chen Chen to be like in his next life?"
"" Luo Xi's eyes were half lifted by his words.
Why is he saying this?
How could it be that he has the final say on the affairs of the next generation?
"In the next life, I hope he will never meet me again."
In this life, his life was only twenty years, but he lived for himself for nearly eight years.
Be gentle for her, be ruthless for her, be tolerant for her, die for her In the next life, let him live happily and never be tied down by her again
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