Zhou Zimo curled her lips and picked her up without hesitation, not minding that so many people were present at all.

Let her sit on his arm, her slightly cool thin lips kissed her red face: "Can you go home?"

Ye Yifan frowned, curled his lips, raised his feet, pulled out his shoes, picked them up and threw them on Liu Junling's face, and said angrily: "You have trampled all my new shoes."

This is her birthday gift, which was sewn out by others.

Liu Junling was hit directly, with a complete black shoe print on her face.

When she was pulling her on the bridge, she accidentally stepped on her. It was not heavy. I didn't expect that she would care about it at this time.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zimo suddenly felt amused and crying, and said to her smooth hair: "If it is dirty, don't want it. My woman doesn't wear old shoes."

The hot big palm held her little feet with white socks, and pinched them: "In the future, you are not allowed to take off your shoes outside."

Liu Junling looked at Zhou Zimo and cried, burped, fainted. She was so embarrassed when she met for the first time today. She was so embarrassed and was so miserable that she would never have a chance in the future.

On the stone path, Ye Yifan circled his neck and tilted his head and asked, "Zhou Zimo, if I deal with her, will I offend her father? Do you hate you?"

"Will I care about this?"

"Yes, you are not a good person at all, you are notorious and don't care about this."

The common people are afraid of him, and they spread him like a devil, which is particularly terrible.

During the days when she ran away in Qianfoshan, others told his stories in the brothel, and even she was so scared that she couldn't sleep under the quilt.

Zhou Zimo raised his eyebrows and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips: "Then why aren't you afraid of me?"

Ye Yifan sat on his arm and hugged his neck, straightened his waist with a righteous look on his face: "You don't know how to eat people, why are you afraid of you!"

Zhou Zimo smiled evilly, leaned close to her ears, and said in a bad way: "I won't eat others, but I will eat you."

Bad guy.

When Ye Yifan thought of being pressed on the bed every night, he would be urged to go wild.

But she couldn't beat him.

Ye Yifan shook his head, pulled down his head, and wanted to bite him. He bit his lips as soon as he opened his mouth and his thick tongue took the opportunity to enter her little mouth and stir...

Zhou Zimo pressed the back of her head with one hand and kissed her hard, almost bleeding her lips.

Ye Yifan frowned and surrendered. His two little claws were placed on his shoulders, motionless, like a little tiger being surrendered.

Experience told her that the harder the struggle, the tighter the pressing. This is a Popeye muscular man, a real rough man, and very rude.

"You said you won't bite me if you don't hurt. I just agreed last night. Did you forget? There are eight bite marks on your shoulders as proof."

Ye Yifan's lips were covered with saliva, and he stuck out his butt, deliberately rubbing it clean on him: "You bite you when you hurt me."

"Nonsense, you're obviously comfortable."

Zhou Zimo smiled and pinched her face, and said ambiguously: "You dare not admit it. You kept pestering me last night, and in the end you were so tired that you didn't even know that I didn't come out and you didn't know that you were sleeping on you."

No wonder she felt numb when she woke up, and the foreign body felt so obvious between her legs, so sour that she couldn't even close her legs.

"You bastard!"
Chapter completed!