Shen Liao took out the socks, her face suddenly changed, a wave of nausea came to her heart, she hugged the telephone pole and started to vomit.
Su Qi immediately stepped forward, reached out and hooked his back collar, carried him like an eagle catching a chicken, and walked outside.
Xiahou Huan'er grabbed Dongfang Xing's sleeves and couldn't help laughing wildly. She didn't expect that Dongfang Xing also had such a bad taste, and almost laughed out loud.
Dongfang Xing quickly reached out and patted her back to calm her down. He frowned and said, "Calm down. You are weak. Don't get too excited."
"Haha... I never thought you could be so bad... Poor Mr. Shen..." Anyway, it's just a matter of sympathy.
Dongfang Xing said with a dark face: "Who told him to talk nonsense?" He was already very kind by not killing him.
"Hey, he's just mentally disturbed, so don't argue with him."
Xiahou Huan'er quickly put away her smile and comforted her: "Okay, don't be angry. I guess he won't dare to say anything more now."
Dongfang Xing stretched out his hand to lift her chin, squinted his eyes, stared at her, and said seriously: "I'm serious, if you are in good health, we will get married immediately."
Xiahou Huan'er laughed dryly and said perfunctorily: "Let's wait until the poison in my body is eliminated."
Dongfang Xing did not give her a chance to deal with it casually. His tone was majestic, firm and irreversible: "This marriage is finalized."
Xiahou Huan'er's face immediately fell: "Dongfang Xing, if you are not so domineering, I don't want to get married yet."
Mr. Xing uttered three words sonorously and forcefully: "I want to."
"You want to have nothing to do with me?" If he wants to get married, does she have to marry him? How can there be such a domineering man?
He stared at her with his deep and cold eyes for a long time, and then said coldly: "It was you who made me want to get married."
"Ah...then other women make you want to get married, will you marry other women?" What kind of logic is this?
Without thinking, he immediately said firmly: "No."
"That is to say, this is not a reason to get married at all."
Dongfang Xing looked at her coldly and said, "I mean, except you, no other woman can make me want to get married."
Xiahou Huan'er was confused and wanted to go crazy: "Why do we have to get married?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly said emotionally: "I want you to be completely mine."
She immediately glared and protested: "Where am I not yours? You have seen and touched every corner of my body. If it's not yours, who else could it be?"
Dongfang Xing was silent. Obviously, their communication was not on the same level at this moment, and there was no point in talking more.
Xiahou Huan'er reached out and poked his chest, frowning: "Why don't you speak?"
Mr. Xing replied coolly: "I don't bother to communicate with a pig."
He actually called her a pig?
Xiahou Huan'er's face was immediately covered with black lines, and he roared angrily: "You are a fucking pig."
Her voice was loud and full of energy, and it was hard to tell that she was a frail patient.
11111111
Late at night, the solitary cell in the zombie camp is damp, dark, and infested with rats and cockroaches.
The Persian cat, whose eyes were gouged out and severely tortured, was already in a state of despair and slovenly. It was no longer the coquettish beauty it had been before.
She was huddled in a dark corner, dying, almost waiting for death. Her bare feet were extremely popular with rats, which kept biting her toes back and forth, and the pain was numb.
Suddenly, as a dark shadow approached, a sound of footsteps so light and almost inaudible sounded in her ears.
