My Outside Expression Is Different From My Inner Expression [ Book Wearing ]

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A look of jealousy appeared on Cui Ting's face.

Qu Yunfan sighed, "Emotional things can't be reluctant..."

"Looking at our friendship when we were a child, listen to my advice and don't waste time on Xia Hui. He can't like you."

"Even if there is no Xu Mengning... Don't target her again."

After Qu Yunfan also left, Cui Ting finally couldn't stand it and reached out to smash the things around her.

A hotel waiter saw it nearby.

After a while, the hotel manager found Cui Ting and asked her to compensate for the damage to the hotel, saying that this was what He Jianxun meant.

Cui Ting: "........."

Liu Bohuai took Li Qingzhou to the room upstairs of Jinxuan Pavilion Hotel.

On the way, Li Qingzhou felt that the wine was pouring up, and his head was not only dizzy, but also his cheeks, stomach and other places were hot and flustered...

[Fortunately, I'm sitting, not standing... Otherwise, I will fall to the ground immediately.]

The little man in the bubble now pouted his buttocks on the little yellow chicken pillow, and the colorful butterflies overhead couldn't help flying faster.

The villain tried to stand up, but his legs and feet pulled twice, and in an instant, he returned to his original posture and lay down.

Li Qingzhou put one arm on the armrest of the wheelchair, with his hand, his eyes half-string, and his eyes had no focal length.

Finally, the room has arrived.

Liu Bohuai pushed Li Qingzhou to open the door and went in.

[Wow, the room has arrived. I'm going to bed and sleep.]

The villain in the bubble turned over and changed from lying on his stomach to lying on his back, stretching out his hands up and hugging.

Liu Bohuai squatted in front of Li Qingzhou, looked at his look carefully, and whispered, "Qingzhou, are you going to bed to have a rest... Shall I hold you?"

When Li Qingzhou heard the sound, his half-string eyes opened, and his slightly confused eyes stopped on Liu Bohuai.

After a long time, he answered sluggishly.

"Third Master, please." Li Qingzhou slowly swallowed his way and stretched out his arm to Liu Bohuai and waited quietly.

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Liu Bohuai's eyes were slightly deep. He stood up, took Li Qingzhou's body in one hand, bent through his legs in the other hand, and then took him away from the wheelchair and walked to the big bed in the room...

Li Qingzhou hugged Liu Bohuai's neck and leaned his head against his shoulder. He was so close that even the heat he breathed was sprayed between his neck, causing a burst of crispness, numbness and itching.

Liu Bohuai's footsteps couldn't help paused, and his throat suddenly slid up and down uncontrollably...

Li Qingzhou was attracted and stared there.

When Liu Bohuai knelt on the bed and gently put him down, Li Qingzhou was caught off his hand and touched the throat knot...

- It's like a feather tip brushing, if there is nothing.

Liu Bohuai's breathing stagnated for a moment.

He couldn't help lowering his head slightly and looking at the man in his arms. He said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"