Chapter 917: Voyeur

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Chapter 917 Peeping
"It’s broken, it’s been a long time, it’s a bit too much, it’s blaming you!

Leng Yuhuang looked at the dark chocolate cake and did not admit that it was a failure caused by his own chaos.
"Where is it? Isn't the chocolate cake supposed to be this color? Where is the need for precision, it's almost done."
Lin Xiaomi really doubts whether the cold Jun is his son.
"Hate, you give me a farther, re-do one."
Leng Yuhuang's hand was scratched on her face with a low-gluten face: "How come you are angry again?"
Lin Xiaomi didn't have to look in the mirror to know that he must have been made into a big cat.
The tiger doesn't make her look like a sick cat, right? !
Originally, Lin Xiaomi was at home today, and he was planning to find Wang Rui.
As a result, there was no door to the room all day.
Her breath has been lingering in her heart, spit can not spit out, swallowing can not swallow, now cold and Huang is still afraid of death has been provoked her.
Of course she sprinkled all the fire on him.
"It's fun? I let you play!"
In the end, the good kitchen turned into a small local area where the flour was beaten.
Both of them had white faces on their faces.
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"Okay, you bully me now, this day can't be over!"
Lin Xiaomi baked the cake. Although there was time on the oven, she still helped the servant to look at the time, and then turned around and went out.
Leng Yuhuang is not very good-looking, and the cold master who is not screaming in the middle of the week is like a bearded grandfather who climbed out of the flour pile.
This made his cold image set up on weekdays collapse.
He followed Lin Xiaomi and went out. In the face of the servant, he did not speak out loudly.
Until I entered the room, Leng Yuhuang abandoned the cold mask and held Lin Xiaomi in her arms.
Helped her to wipe the little face like a little cat: "How come you are angry again, it turns out that Mrs. Cold and Little Lady can't afford it so much? You said it early, I knew I was standing and letting you fight."
Lin Xiaomi’s gassing, she’s bullying, she’s starting to say something beautiful now.
Not just licking her arm, she pressed her head and let her wave her arm.
"Get away from you, hate! I want to take a shower." Some flour was made in his collar, a little itchy.
"I also wash, my wife washes together."
"go away!"
"Wife, I am waiting for you to undress."
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
"You are bothering... Hey!" Lin Xiaomi’s voice was blocked by him.
Someone has no face and no skin.
After a while, there was a blushing heartbeat in the bathroom, and the screaming voice of someone who took off his wife’s clothes.
............
Wang Rui stayed in the room for a whole day without going out.
Did not eat even the water did not drink a bite.
She carefully recalled what happened that year.
That night, although she was drunk, she still remembers some details.
The most impressive thing is the scar that can be touched on the back of the man.
That position, that shape.
She remembered it all day and felt that it was very similar to the scar on Leng Shaoyang.
She can't accept it.
At that time, she clearly saw that she was cold and brilliant. She saw the person who had a relationship with herself, and she was indeed a hotel that was sent by Leng Shuhuang.
How could this turn into cold Shaoyang?
She repeatedly questioned the self-reversal of another time.
She sat on the bed, arms around her, looking at the clean white sheets, she could not forget the smile on the face of Leng Shaoyang when she left in the morning.
He clearly saw that she was not the first time, why not have the slightest anger, even if it seems not accidental.
All things are intertwined, and Wang Rui feels very confused.
In fact, she may have a conclusion in her heart, but people always deliberately avoid the answer that they do not want to believe, deliberately deceive themselves, that may not be true.
Like Wang Rui, she told herself that it was just a scar and not a birthmark.
It’s a normal thing to have a flaw in a man.
She could not conclude that the man who had a relationship with her in the past was a cold Shaoyang because of a scar.
maybe……
Maybe there is a scar on the body of Leng Yuhuang!
Thinking about this, Wang Rui seems to have rekindled hope.
She didn't dare to think about what to do if she had no scars on her face.
She didn't even think about it.
She is only eager to prove that there is a scar on the body of Leng Yuhuang.
She knows that Leng Yuhuang and Lin Xiaomi did not go out today.
From the morning, even if she does not want to listen, but also faintly heard their playful voice.
She opened the door and wanted to find cold and beautiful.
As a result, just opened the door, I saw that Leng Yuhuang chased Lin Xiaomi upstairs, and she subconsciously retreated, for fear that they would see it.
Fortunately, their two bedrooms are on opposite sides of the corridor.
Wang Rui was shocked to see her tall brother, who was full of flour.
Isn't he clean?
Lin Miomi will be allowed to turn him into this way.
How did he not be angry, but also rushed to marry her?
Wang Rui thought that she was drunk last night, and hugged him by the wine, he pushed himself away like dirty garbage.
Why did Lin Xiaomi make the flour full of him, but he was not angry at all.
why!
Their treatment gap is so big!
Wang Ruizhuang followed her courage. She took off her shoes and walked silently to their door, listening to them laughing and playing inside.
She did not expect that, in private, they actually got along like this.
Her cold brother is like this... rogue treats Lin Xiaomi.
Her eyes are red.
The door was not closed, she put her ear on it, and when she heard Lin Xiaomi’s
shameless
holding Lin Xiaomi into the bathroom, she slowly pushed open the door of their bedroom.
This is her first time to enter the cold bedroom.
The room is full of small women's arrangements, everywhere is a symbol of warmth.
The most what she couldn't stand was the two sets of men's and women's pajamas entangled in the bed.
The door of the bathroom is half-closed, and I can clearly hear the voice of Lin Xiaomi.
"Hate! You are not allowed to take off my clothes!"
"Then you come to take off my clothes, my wife, help me undress."
Wang Ruiguang couldn't help but blushing when he listened.
She walked over with her feet in the air, squatting at the door, looking through the cracks inside, just to see the cold and the naked upper body, Lin Xiaomi pressed on the tile to bully.
Lin Xiaomi’s soft voice didn’t say a man, even she couldn’t stand it.