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His cold eyes instantly flashed a gloomy smell, but he turned a deaf ear to it. He continued to look at my anxious face as if there was nothing. His thoughts stagnated, and his resentment deepened. His strong fear turned into a burning anger. Before he could think about it, he said with resentment: "If Wang Ye despises me, why not give me a death? Why should I endure it here? If you let me die, please let me be stable." Please return those things in full. They are the only things I have. Wang Ye also wants to occupy them. They are just a puppet doll and an ordinary butterfly hairpin. They are not as valuable as jade beads, nor are they as satisfied as Yin Ruyu. Why should they take away other people's things? I mercilessly stared at him, really heartless, such an extreme appearance of the man, how can it be so terrible, really wasted that face, Mo Ranlou that spring-like figure how can there be such a cold-like brother? "This trip has given you some courage." There was no doubt that his eyes were violent, but he pulled a strange smile on his lips, which was quite strange and nondescript, and he did not know whether he was laughing or angry or angry from embarrassment. To throw caution to the wind, I just held my breath and roared, every word bursting out from my teeth: "On the edge of life and death, naturally I have gained a lot of knowledge. If I don't have the courage, I will be a bastard. It's useless for Wang Ye to have a butterfly hairpin. Wang Ye's seven-foot man is useless. And that doll is just a child's plaything. Is it possible that Wang Ye is interested in it and wants to have fun with it?" Or do you want to leave it to future generations for fun? I am also angry roar, just vent, the mouth does not choose words, to follow his strange eyes to glance at his slightly protruding abdomen,plastic packing tube, the heart can not help but a cold. What on earth is he thinking about? Is he thinking about the fetus in my abdomen? Finally aware of my anxiety, he gazed at me with a straight face. His emotions were hidden in a strange smile. The corners of his mouth opened slowly and he said, "All the bad things have been abandoned. Do you want to find them?" What are you talking about? Really throw away, where to throw away, go back, I want to find, you know what those things mean to me. I bit my lip tightly, held back my heartache and grievance,metal cosmetic tubes, and struggled to sit up from the cushion. There was another bump under the wheel. I fell down from the cushion with a tragic cry. I was trying to protect my abdomen and prepare to endure the pain of landing. He had pulled me over lightly and pulled me up safely. Unfortunately, my legs were weak. I sat half kneeling before his legs opened and closed. My posture was awkward, but my legs seemed to be wasted. His hands were clenched by him again, but he could not stand up. Being pregnant, are you so bold these days? He stared at me in a mess, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Then he reached out a hand to my back. With a slight effort, he picked me up and placed me on the cushion again. At that moment, the plum fragrance around me did not move me. I was caught by fear and stared at him tightly, like a monster, but he reached out and touched my lower abdomen. I bounced my upper body up like a cane whip, pushed against his palm, and said in horror, "What do you want to do?" The next moment I saw his eyes and drew back my hand stiffly. I forgot that he was a waiter, a terrible pronoun in my dictionary. He grabbed my jaw, caught my evasive eyes, plastic laminated tube ,cosmetic plastic tube, squinted and sneered, "What are you afraid of? This is mine, isn't it?" This thing? I was suddenly furious, and the blue veins on my forehead seemed to want to break out of the bondage of my skin and burst open. What on earth did he see in me? People? Goods or animals, if this child is his, he really does not deserve to be a father, despise his own children, or even despise the woman who gave birth to his children, his heart is how to do, is intentional, must be rotten, rotten, smelly! "Are you really pregnant, so small in shape?" As if he didn't believe me, he flatly reached out his hand and touched my skirt. Before I could recover, he uncovered it, revealing a large piece of skin like congealed fat. With an exclamation of surprise, I reached out my hand and took back my clothes from him. "What for?" I said angrily. “…… Ha, ha, ha! Staring into my startled and ashamed eyes, he suddenly burst out laughing, raising his head lightly, as if laughing out of breath, and his voice was heroic. The next moment, he was caught off guard and pulled off my long hair, forcing me to face up. The red lips then pressed down, holding my lips and trampling roughly, as if retaliating for my disrespect. It was not until he tasted a trace of blood between his lips and teeth that he raised his eyes angrily. Staring at my stiff eyes, licking the blood from the corners of my lips, and smiling cruelly, I curled up and wiped away his blood between my lips and teeth for no reason. Abnormality I cursed in my heart, stared at him fiercely, and looked at him defensively. Sir, here we are. Outside the curtain was Ni Zhong's calm voice, as steady as ever without ups and downs. The waiter answered and got out of the carriage without looking at me. He was cold and impersonal. I was at a loss, but I didn't dare to ask. I only carefully shrank in one corner and stared at the calm curtain. The cloth curtain rippled slightly, and the folds gradually expanded. Then it reached into a pair of plain hands, followed by Mabel's sad and happy little face: "Sister Ruyu!" "Mabel!" Surprised, I called her name and received her excited embrace. I bared my teeth and stroked her soft black hair. There was a mist in my eyes. There was joy and sorrow in my heart. I suppressed my emotions and asked, "Mabel, did the waiter do anything to you? Did he use torture? Where did he get hurt?" No, I'm fine. Only She slowly moved away from me, frowning and staring at me with heartache: "I have nothing to do, but how can Sister Yu always get hurt, before and now, how can she be so desolate.." Why is a good person like Yu Jie always hurt by others? Is this hurt by the Second Master? Does it hurt? I felt a little sour in my heart, and I was even more aggrieved. I shook my head and said, "It will be over soon. Don't care. It's sweet after suffering. It's just that I was dizzy before and didn't see the development of the situation. What about Guan Ran?"? Is he all right? He and Long Zaiqing fought with Xiao Er in the pagoda,empty lotion tubes, but when I got Yuzhu, I just ran away. Where did Yuzhu go? If you are with the waiter, you must know where Guan Ran is. Is he busy? 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