Chapter 1797 Extra Story 1: What else do you want?
Mu Lin paused.
Turning around quickly, he pulled him into his arms.
The movements are gentle and careful, but the words are urgent and outrageous.
"Where did you get hurt? Who hurt you?"
On Ping Bai's handsome cheeks, there was a bit of chagrin and self-blame.
That appearance made Yuanqian feel distressed.
She bent her eyebrows, held Mu Lin's big, bony hand, and then poked her heart, "It's hurt here!"
"The person who hurt me is right in front of my eyes, what are you going to do with him?"
"Braised? Fried? Or sweet and sour?"
Mu Lin was so angry that his complexion changed again and again, he freed a hand to press his temple, and finally, it turned into a heavy sigh, that's all, she is his magic spell, no matter how hard he tosses, he can only follow her.
Seeing the smile on Yuanqian's face getting deeper and deeper, Mu Lin always felt that he was suffocating in his heart.
Seeing the opening and closing of the cherry lips, he grabbed her with his big hand uncontrollably, grabbed her chin, lowered his head, and bit her lips urgently and hard.
Yinde Yuanqian pursed his lips, wanting to reach out and hit someone.
He took the opportunity to bend down and hug him horizontally, his hands that had no place to rest subconsciously wrapped around Mu Lin's neck.
"...Mr. Mu, for the sake of being so obedient and obedient, well, the principal will reluctantly let you take advantage of it! I don't care about this matter!"
The clear and sweet voice sounds particularly unbearable.
Mu Lin looked down at her, silently suppressed the fire in his heart, threw her into the passenger seat, and buckled her seat belt.
On the way back, no matter what Yuanqian tossed about.
Mu Lin kept silent all the time, looked ahead, and drove with special concentration.
After tossing for a while, Yuanqian stopped in depression, wondering why she had offended this little boy again?
When Mingming came out of the warehouse, he was still in a good mood.
Um?
Hmm... Could it be that she was wrong?
Soon, Yuanqian looked at Mu Lin with dissatisfaction.
"You took advantage of me, I didn't argue with you, what else do you want?"
"..." Mu Lin turned his head, his expression was a little gloomy, and he was no longer as calm as before, "It's not good."
Throwing this sentence, he continued to stare ahead.
The edge is shallow, "..." I feel inexplicable!
What she said is normal, right?
Nothing is wrong.
She struggled secretly for half a minute, and silently took Xiao Lingling out of the space.
"Tell me, doesn't he owe it to his benefactor like this?"
Xiao Lingling, who had witnessed the whole process, nodded, and echoed, 【It’s a little awkward. 】
【I think he should be whipped with a whip! How dare you flirt with me? Too much! How much did you do for him? It costs money and effort, if it were me, I would be moved to tears. 】
【Hmph, he's too embarrassed to ignore you? Sure enough, men are big pigs! 】
【So, boss, shall we have stewed pig’s trotters tonight? 】
【Pig trotters are fragrant and delicious, and you can vent your displeasure. What an exciting delicacy this is! 】
Xiao Lingling seemed to be intoxicated by imagination, as if a pig's trotter was placed in front of it.
Yuanqian stared at it speechlessly, with black lines all over his head. Are you jumping up on this topic too fast? ? ?
From Mulin to pig's trotters? How the **** did you only spend one sentence?
Three seconds later.
Xiao Lingling was thrown back into space.
fell on the sofa in a perfect posture.
Head down, hooves up.
(end of this chapter)