210. Chapter 210 You have a special appetite for me [3]
"Pah——"
Bo Junchen closed the folder in his hand.
Under Bo Jinghan's gaze, the gentle and indifferent gaze gradually ignited with a hint of complexity. Like a little dark light, the eyes that were as calm as night glow flickered with bright and dim light.
But the slightly ruthless vermilion lips never moved. While staring, they even pursed her lips slightly.
It seems to be exploring, but it also seems to be hiding something.
"Hey," a cold laugh escaped from his lips.
Exquisite eyebrows, still charming.
It seems to be full of charm, but it seems to be covered with thin ice, as cold as frost and snow.
It's like a perfect glass mask, impeccable and yet inexplicably distressing.
"Don't worry, Lu Yan and I... we're not as nasty as you think."
The soft voice was like broken ice, it sounded as gentle as pearls, but it was loud and impactful. Every word hit the tip of Bo Junchen's heart, making him frown involuntarily.
Bo Jinghan turned a blind eye and elegantly brushed his long hair over his cheeks and tucked it behind his ears.
His tone was a bit self-deprecating and a bit playfully sarcastic: "Uncle, you don't think that I have done anything to disgrace myself and embarrass the Bo family!"
She still remembered the indiscriminate slap she received a few days ago.
The burning pain seemed to still be on my cheek.
But the redness and swelling had gone away, and so had the pain. But she knew that that menacing slap really hurt her not her face, but her heart!
Therefore, she deliberately emphasized the word "again", mixed with the grievance and anger suppressed in her heart!
"Hanhan..."
"I don't want to talk to you right now!"
Interrupting his words, Bo Jinghan turned his face silently, closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat to fall asleep.
Like a child having a tantrum.
Seeing her anger, Bo Junchen stopped talking and just stared at her quietly, not even for a moment.
For a long time, he sighed silently and thought to himself: It seems that the slap really made her anxious. However, this is good, at least...
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The spring night is slightly cool.
There seemed to be a fire in the merchant's wedding room.
Charming, charming——
Under the dim light, a pair of figures were entangled on the over-sized bed.
Set against the backdrop of cheerful colored bed sheets, it is particularly striking.
Ye Jiaojiao's screams came one after another.
It was as weak and weak as a kitten, which was pitiable, but it cleverly made Shang Haotian want to intensify the torture and vent the anger in his belly that was almost driving people crazy.
Quyi flattered the man in front of her, and Ye Jiaojiao cried even more pitifully, as if she might faint at any moment.
But the man did not let her go, but suddenly changed her direction and pressed her down again!
Slapping sounds, collision sounds, mixed with chattering humming...
Shang Haotian completely used her as a fire extinguisher, killing the flames spreading randomly in his body.
And Ye Jiaojiao just knows how to please.
She is like a dodder flower born to cling to a man, docile and well-behaved.
No matter how much Shang Haotian tosses, he will not show a trace of pain. On the contrary, it will make him feel that she is enjoying...enjoying the greatest happiness he has brought to her...
Until it stopped, the man's hoarse voice came from the bottom of his ears: "Baby, you performed so well today!"
Ye Jiaojiao pursed her lips shyly and nuzzled him affectionately.
"Haotian..." A slightly tired voice, sweet and low-pitched: "How good are you? I can't tell you clearly. How do people know whether you are talking about just now or today at Qiao's house?
