(Jiageng)

ginger, cotton and cotton turned a white eye.

What do you mean? Is she his soldier? Order her to do this. Don't let her do that.

Mingming himself is only 29 years old, but in his bones, the antique is still rigid and rotten!

However, she dislikes Zhan Muqian's completely ordered attitude and tone.

But he paid clear attention to his eyes.

His whole face changed since she fell down the stairs.

That dignified look Tut Tut, 80% of them don't know what happened to the Ministry of national defense of state a.

Not twisted the ankle, as for the tension into this?

Although Jiang Mianmian's EQ is not too high, he also understands that caring is messy.

She would not quarrel with him. She wrinkled her nose and mumbled, "it's all broken if you don't have to fight. Chief uncle, you are addicted to domestic violence?"

The doctor and the assistant smiled awkwardly, but they were silent.

Zhan Muqian waved them back.

The room was empty, only two of them were left in an instant.

Mian Mian glanced at Zhan Muqian's cold face and cried out in a coquettish voice: "ah, it hurts so much. What can I do? It's probably going to be disabled. People are still so young. There are lots of new high-heeled shoes, lots of small skirts, lots of fresh meat..."

Before the voice fell, the man walked forward with a calm face. He took her right foot in his big hand and looked at it nervously. His tone was suspicious: "it really hurts? The doctor just said it's ok... "

Mian Mian pursed and pursed: "here, they are all swollen into pig's hooves, can they not hurt?"

The battle chief's face became more dignified and his eyes were deep.

"Uncle, can you shout for me?"

She blinked and said it without ceremony.

"What?" Men frown.

"It's blowing. It's you who intimidate me. What you say will come back to me 200 times. It makes my legs soft. If it's not you, can I run? Can you fall like this if you don't run? You blow it for me, baby hurts. "

Mian Mian speaks in a big way, his eyes never leave the handsome face of the man.

She enjoyed every half true and half false cry of pain, Zhan Muqian's pupil smoked for a while, as if the pain was his own.

Zhan's body was a little stiff, obviously a little hesitant, but at last, she carried the girl's delicate feet and blew gently as she wanted.

Mianmian looks at him

I don't know how, these two days that share is blocked in the chest and lung, angry make her hate to kill evil fire, inexplicably disappear.

At least, he is the most famous war chief of state a. the outsider can't imagine that he would hold a little woman's white feet and "shout" to her without complaint.

Cotton is a little shy to retract feet, but two small arms are raised high, around the man's neck.

"Uncle, I'm broken. Do you feel particularly distressed?"

Zhan Muqian's pupil was dark and his face was stiff. "What do I love when you die yourself?"

The soft little arm goblin generally entangled him and drew his great body closer --

she fell in his ear and blew gently, half lured and half mischievously said: "obviously, I feel hurt, but I can't move, scold and intimidate Uncle Zhan, in fact, you like me. I mean What men like about women... "

After that, she didn't wait for Zhan Muqian to retort coldly.

Small soft hands do evil like, bold to explore the next

"Uncle, he said he didn't love me. He was hard spoken but honest."