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Chapter 641 Young Master Yang Makes Trouble, Poking and Pinching His Face

But actually.

Lin Zhaoxia is working very hard to act.

Try to think that you look very emotional.

The breath is lowered and lowered to tell those stories.

But now it seems.

She seems to have succeeded?

Yang Moyan seemed to believe the situation?

After all, this young master is not easy to fool.

really.

Lin Zhaoxia had just finished thinking about the last item.

next second.

Yang Moyan's question came over, "Aren't you from City A?"

"Ah, from City C."

Yang Moyan's fingertips stopped again.

Could it be.

He had really been wrong all along.

The boy is not from city A, but from city C.

Surnamed Lin.

City C also has quite a few people surnamed Lin.

There are also many listed companies.

But why do I feel that something is wrong.

She is a girl.

Since it is from city C or something.

Why can't I find some information?
So in the end, which link is wrong?

Yang Moyan felt as if he had fallen into some kind of vicious circle, and he still couldn't get out.

And the boy in front of him.

The look of a side face.

The eyebrows are slightly drooping, and the eyelashes move slightly.

For the first time, Yang Moyan couldn't understand anything.

"Let's eat." The boy turned his gaze over and happened to meet his.

Eyelashes fluttered.

Then he sighed slightly.

Finally got some vegetables.

But not in his own bowl.

But...

The young man moved his wrist, moved it directly to Yang Moyan's lips, and resisted, "Open your mouth."

Yang Moyan's brows were pale, but he opened his mouth obediently, and ate the food the boy gave him.

At the same time, something in my heart finally made up my mind at this moment and began to germinate.

The boy in front of him.

I, Yang Moyan, don't care who you are.

just now.

later.

future.

You are all mine now.

thought here.

Yang Moyan's lips finally bent slightly.

Seeing the side face of the young boy puffing and puffing while eating, he is so cute and obedient that his heart melts.

Young Master Yang stretched out his hand again without holding back.

Fingertips touched the skin.

poked twice,

Then squeeze it twice.

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

fall!
Can I have a good meal?
Poke the face and pinch the face.

How else is she going to eat? ?
It's like a brat making trouble? !

"Master, can you let your little boyfriend have a meal with peace of mind?"

Cheeks were prodded and prodded, pinched and pinched.

Lin Zhaoxia couldn't even eat well.

But that person seems to enjoy playing it tirelessly and is addicted to it?
Lin Zhaoxia looked sideways helplessly, and stretched out her hand to get rid of this troublesome hand.

Unexpectedly, it has not been shot yet.

The hand has left by itself.

She just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she can finish her meal well now.

In the next second, someone approached in front of my eyes.

He lifted his eyelids and took a look.

Lin Zhaoxia has black lines all over her head.

Because Young Master Yang got very close at some point.

A dignified and indifferent face was full of abstinence, but it was also indescribably handsome.

The tips of their noses were almost touching.

The mutual entanglement is the taste of both parties.

The boy moved his lips, "...you."

Only one single sound came out.

The person in front of him suddenly tilted his head.

Then there was a slightly cool touch on the corner of the lips.

Another kiss.

Very light very light.

It stayed for about tens of seconds.

Yang Moyan finally withdrew.

Sitting back on the chair at the back, propping his chin with one hand, his brows and eyes are still very pale, and even his voice is as indifferent as ever, but the light curve around his lips shows that the master is in a very sad mood. Happy, "Let's eat, it's getting late."

(End of this chapter)