The man took a deep puff of the cigarette, then slowly blew out a large smoke ring, threw the cigarette butt between his fingers on the ground, and stamped it hard with his foot.
"This is the last time. After doing this, I won't owe you anything to the Wang family anymore." The man turned his face and narrowed his eyes to look at the woman. His rough voice didn't sound very nice.
The woman waved her hand impatiently, "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Just do whatever you want. It's really annoying."
She said it very rudely, but the mockery in the man's eyes became deeper and deeper. This was the last time, the last time, he could leave this woman. This family is really disgusting.
The man only sneered, then turned back and looked in that direction. The backs of the two people began to slowly become blurred, and finally became a point. Yes, it was the last time. They could only sacrifice these two people. Who let them
It was really their own fault to offend such a perverted woman without thinking about life or death, but they made it easier for them, a mute and an idiot. It was really a good job, and they could die eight times without any effort.
The slightly dark corners of his lips began to rise bit by bit, slowly filled with a hint of air-conditioning. When his slightly bearded chin lifted up, it became even more frightening.
This man is definitely not a good person.
Xiang Qinglan enjoyed this rare opportunity. Although the person accompanying her was not the person she loved before, she still felt a special kind of satisfaction when she was with Qing.
It seems that she has really forgotten everything, her loss of voice, his loss of consciousness, and the difference in their lives. At this time, Qing's side face is very gentle under the shadow, and the bridge of his nose is terrible. He is worthy of being a mixed-race person with a long face.
It's really pretty.
"What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" Qing felt Xiang Qinglan's concentration and stretched out her hand to wipe her face. She really thought she had something dirty on her face and wanted to wipe it off immediately.
He came out and washed his face. Lan said that she likes clean people, so he always takes care of himself very clean.
Xiang Qinglan shook her head and opened and closed her lips slightly, "Qing is very good-looking," she didn't exaggerate. Qing was indeed like this. Saying he was good-looking was actually a conservative choice of words.
"Really?" Qing's hand on his face never came down. He didn't feel anything when others said he was nice. Anyway, he saw his appearance in the mirror every day and didn't feel anything strange. However,
, he just feels that Lan is more beautiful if she is taller, especially her face, which is soft and must be very easy to pinch.
Thinking of this, he really stretched out two fingers and pinched Xiang Qinglan's face with great difficulty. When the two fingers were put together, the delicateness that was so different from his actually made his heart skip a beat. It was really strange.
It felt, however, very comfortable. He squeezed it again, but he also forgot that his hand had always been very strong. After all, he was a man, and he was also recovering his old body. He had become much stronger recently.
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It hurt. She winked at Qinggang and realized that her hands were really not light and heavy. She thought they were made of mud and had no feeling.
She pulled away his hand, and although she said nothing, her eyes were filled with her accusations against him.
"Ha!..." As if he realized that he had done something wrong, he took back his hand and put it on his back. However, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he still succeeded, and he didn't feel any regret at all.
It is indeed a good model. From now on, he can freely move his hands up and down when she is sleeping. Anyway, Lan sleeps like a pig at night and cannot wake up no matter how she screams. Of course, this is all done by him after many experiments.
What I found out later was that he just lacked some intelligence, but he was not stupid at all, he could think on his own.