It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

The warlord's black leather military boots exerted extra force with every step he took.

The clear sound of walking echoed in the enclosed corridor.

The cold little sheep in the lounge looked for a clean towel in the room and wiped the end of his hair absentmindedly.

The cold little sheep knocked on his head: I have a headache! She originally sent a message to Bai Jingmo, saying that she would arrive at the Chinese border around this time.

Damn brother doesn't reply.

There is a wolf watching eagerly outside this lounge.

The cold lamb licked his dry lips.

There are a thousand alpacas racing in my head!

Brother Ting is right about one thing. Her bastard brother has always been a god.

But this doesn't mean that the bastard brother would be so out of his mind to deal with her, right?

Moreover, if the bastard brother wanted to punish her, the night she took Shi Cheng and others back to Shengshi Manor was enough for him to kill her n times!

Even if it was true as Brother Ting said, the bastard brother just looked at her face and couldn't do anything.

Then with that guy's cool skills, if he turns his back and fires a few random shots, there won't be any problem at all!

So this reason should not be valid!

Qing Leng Xiao Yang buried herself on the sofa. The CPU was running at super high speed for a long time. Her brain seemed to be lacking oxygen!

The whole person was drowsy, and the cold lamb yawned delicately.

Bai Jingmo's motive for killing her.

She racked her brains and couldn't think of it.

What is it for?

Is Brother Ting thinking too much or overthinking it, or... is it really true? It's just that she was blinded by the somewhat obscure truth and couldn't see the truth...

After kicking her feet, Shangyuting pushed the door open and saw this scene——

The cold "young man"'s pink feet were dangling on the tip of his heart, his face was troubled, his eyes were hazy, and his arms were hanging weakly under the sofa.

Seeing him come in, the "cold boy" was a little surprised, and he stumbled a little while adjusting his posture on the sofa.

The sofa was so soft that the "cold boy"'s small waist couldn't exert its strength several times.

The loose top was pushed up to the navel during the struggle, and the sinful whiteness had a misty delicacy.

It seemed that with just a little force from his fingertips, a pity-inducing blush could appear on the beautiful eyelids of the "cold boy".

The warlord slowly closed the door to his lounge room.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the door lock being locked was unusually loud in the exceptionally quiet lounge.

"Have you packed it up?" The warlord's voice was a little low and hoarse.

His eyes followed the movements of the cold young man momentarily.

Baiyang felt like an onion being peeled layer by layer with the boss's eyes.

The chaotic thoughts that I couldn't get around were in front of the boss.

All it takes is one careless glance to be completely exposed.

"Brother Ting."

"Where are we going later?" A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, and the warlord does not allow her to go to Myanmar, so this weekend's itinerary will be a complete blind box!

Shangyuting just walked slowly and very close to Baiyang.

Looking at the upper body of his baby sheep, his expression was a little playful.

"Are you wearing a little vest?" While smiling, Shangyu Ting's tall mountain roots had already touched the top of Baiyang's hair.

The shivering lamb's scalp immediately became numb. The stubborn lamb's paws hugged his chest as fast as lightning, and his mouth quickly flew up.

"It's good to be a human being."

Shangyuting chuckled: "It's okay, I can change my way of life for my baby sheep!"