1730. Chapter 1730 The true identity of the rival in love 4
You have a certain in -depth understanding of each other, you have a certain in -depth understanding of each other, but this is the case.
It's ridiculous.
"Xuan, I ..." Xiang Yami suddenly hugged his arm nervously, raised his face, and felt uneasy.
That flip -udis emotion really forced her to escape immediately, or screamed loudly.
But now, it is impossible to let her go like Zhan Chunxuan or Xiang Yurun.
What to do and what to do.
"Let's go, let's see your brother, Mr. Tang's love, can be considered a deep relationship with the Zhanjia." He gently put Xiang Yami's little hand in the arms, and the gentleman dragged her before the letter.
OK.
As for the poor little face of crying without tears, you don't care about it at all.
I knew so early, why bother.
Without a deep lesson, in the next decades of life, he will be scared by her without breathing and heartbeat.
In this way, Xiang Yami was reluctant to be brought to the guest room on the first floor.
The senior cadres of the "Flame" have all been in Qi, and the "Peerless" side, headed by a handsome young man, is also gathered in one place, unwilling to play the game of "staring" with the enemy.
Pind also worked for many years.
I just saw the other person's appearance today.
It turns out that the group of guys in 'flame' (‘peerless’) grew like this.
This is the common voice of the two groups.
"Lolo, come over." Xiang Yari showed some emotions that belonged to human beings. There was a vacant man around him, which was left by her.
As for a man entangled with her, he didn't take it at all, and he regarded it as nothing.
"Sorry, of course, his wife is to stay with her husband." Even if he was her brother, Zhan Chunxuan would not give up on this matter.
Sitting on his own exclusive seat, he took a little hand, and he was paralyzed on his thighs to Ya Mi. A iron arm took her waist with an unquestionable gesture, so that she could be more
Close to his warm body, her perfect curve happens to fit completely with his masculinity, as if it is a masterpiece arranged by Heaven.
There were at least forty people present.
In front of the eyes, the shame red red on Yami's face quickly bit his lower lip, and the disturbing tremor was burning in his eyes. The appearance was so beautiful.
"Wife? Mr. Zhan really loves to laugh. Is it too late to sleep last night. Haven't you woke up from his dreams?" Xiang Yurun stood up in a slow and elegant attitude, signaling the waiting belonging to the right of the right.
Come straight, and stop at about three steps from the two. "Lolo, don't play, we should go home."
He held Xiang Yami's small hand and felt her tension, and gave a smile to the habit.
The two sisters must still talk about it, but now it is not now, he must now deal with the man who looks behind her.
"Okay. Go home." Xiang Yami made a small voice, without any intention of opposition.
She didn't like to be snatched as a snatch, and she was painful by one hand, and the other arm on the waist was even more polite. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe.
"Lolo, where are you going? This is your home. From now on, you have to remember it." He comforted it intimately, and his voice was gentle and incredible, but the eyebrows were raised.
Furiously stretched out the blue tendons, cold and littering on the subsidiary.
Stinky boy, is the plot of the love sister too serious?