Chapter 50: Does your hand hurt?

Chapter 50 Does your hand hurt?
She hoarsely raised her right hand.
She put a lot of effort into her palm, her palm was already red, and after pumping Ji Jianing, she was painful and itchy.
Li Shaoling was distressed with eyes: "Does it hurt?"
Ji Weixi: "... Ah?"
Li Shaoling's eyes were quite hot, and he was drowned with silk: "Would you like me to blow you?"
... is he stupid?
Ji Jianing is still hanging there, do you want to blow me?
Seeing Li Shaoling look down and blow to her, Ji Weixi subconsciously refused, Yu Guang saw Ji Jianing's eyes to kill, she immediately raised a happy smile and nodded: "Okay!"
After she said it, she pursed her lips coquettishly: "Is her face made of iron, it hurts me."
Ji Ning, angry, ah!
Li Shaoling looked at it, Ji Weixi in the past was a little wild cat who stretched out his paw to scratch people. Why is such a small woman today.
For the first time, he saw her coquettish eyes, her pink mouth, and a picky look.
He was so tight that he wanted to get a swift rush.
But she is expected to choke him. She threatened to send him off her grandson ...
He chuckled her with a chuckle and said, "Good, I'll do this next time."
His eyebrows were crooked, with soft ripples, and his thin lips radiated a beautiful arc, like the first moon in the night sky.
Ji Weixi was taken again.
The little deer who was killed in my heart bought a resurrection armor and was resurrected!
Ji Jianing almost didn't come up to suffocate in a breath, she opened her mouth full of jealousy and incredible.
She's here to make him shame for her, not to be stuffed with dog food!
"Shaolin ..." Ji Jianing cried with tears.
But she didn't know that Li Shaoling was the most annoying woman crying.
Ji Weixi knew that Li Shaoling was going to do something big, and she said in a timely manner, "I'm leaving now."
Li Shaoling watched until she couldn't see her. The tenderness still existed in the last second, and immediately it became ice.
The voice also shuddered, "Come with me."
Reception room.
Ji Jianing's was about to get close to the seat next to Li Shaoling, and he was frightened by his cold eyes.
"Shaoling, is it okay for you to come to me?"
With her feet close together, her knees pressed against her knees, her arms around her skirt, her lips biting on her lips, and she looked as if she could not stand it.
Li Shaoling didn't even look, "I gave you a chance, Ji Jianing."
"Shaoling ... what happened to me? I did nothing!"
"What do you think, an artist can't perform? What will happen?" Li Shaoling uttered a cold smile, letting her make a noise.
"Shaoling, are you going to block me?"
"Blocked, not to talk about."
Ji Jianing breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Shaoling smiled rather than smiled: "I always like to treat his body with his own way."
Ji Jianing didn't understand. She bit her lip and cried again: "Shaolin, what did I do wrong? I didn't really do anything, don't you treat me like this? Isn't our relationship more than a quarter Brook? "
Li Shaoling frowned, "Who has a relationship with you?"
Passionate, too erotic, isn't this woman?
"I don't believe it, you won't marry me without feelings!" Ji Jianing has a tendency to slap himself.
Li Shaoling felt that being in a space with her was disgusting, and he even wondered how he had endured it before.
He stood up sharply and turned to leave without stopping.
"Shaolin!"
Ji Jianing wanted to follow and was stopped by Jiang Congji.
Jiang Cong paused and said coldly, "Remind you, Mr. Li, you better not mess with me."
General Li ... woman?
She was also his woman!
"Do you mean Ji Weixi?" Ji Jianing pinched her skirt corner and bit her back molars.
Jiang never answered positively: "You just need to know that we will always give you a big gift tomorrow. Also, you'd better be safe."
Listening to Jiang Cong's indifferent words, Ji Jianing's heart felt that the dog had given him the sun.
Before she was Li Shaoling's fiancee, Jiang Congbei was almost like a two-ha. Now she is no longer. Does he look at people low?
Bullying too much.
Ji Jianing stared at him: "What qualifications do you have to speak to me like this!"
He is an old man, but he is just a part-time worker.
Jiang Cong bowed his face expressionlessly: "I'm really not qualified to speak in this tone with the famous Miss Ji."
Ji Jianing listened to what he said, and instantly regained his sense of existence, and his face eased a lot.
Just listening to Jiang Cong again said, "But these are what Li always told me to do. You are unhappy to find him to settle accounts."
That tone, bitter and underplayed.
Ji Jianing had a feeling that he couldn't spit out the gas and exploded in his chest.