Chapter 1611: Except Wushan is not a cloud 162

Chapter 1611, except Wushan is not a cloud 162
He clearly felt that his heart was following the pain. It turned out to be such a pain. He was self-defeating, and he had to be embarrassed every time.
But on the side of the side, it is motionless, as if falling into an ice cave.
At that moment, Chaucer squinted his eyelashes and slowly approached him little by little. Her eyelashes were trembled slightly, and she was very careful to kiss his cool, watery lips.
Qiao Wei did not dare to talk to him. Although she was a play, she was only kissed by him from beginning to end.
So, once again, when I kissed Momo, Chaucer didn’t dare to look at it. When she looked at her, her eyes would not be very disgusting and disgusting. She closed her eyes tightly, her mind was empty, and nothing happened. Dare to think, but greedily want to be closer to him, so the lips gently rubbed his lips.
Soft, cool touch.
That moment, it seems to think of something.
She remembered a long time ago, he liked to hold himself like that. Every time he came back, he would hold her in the end. He said that he likes himself. He said that he is his favorite person...
But in the end, she disappoints him so well and so good...
So when she kissed him at this moment, she was so sad that she wanted to cry.
Even when the tears flowed down from the corner of the eye, I didn’t know it until she was pushed away.
Joe stunned, glaring at the wet eyes, looking at the front of the side, but seeing the side of the lips that she had kissed, faintly said: "I don't want to say anything obedient."
When Chaucer felt embarrassed, he could not humiliate.
Especially the action of rubbing the lips, it seems as if she is reluctant to be touched by her.
Therefore, it is clearly Chaucer who is willing to kiss him. At this moment, even these four words cannot be said, as if once the export is said, it will easily become a ridiculous ridicule.
But she can only secretly fortunately, the Royal Highness did not drive her off.
Chaucer didn't think that the carriage would stop at the flower field.
After a few months of repairs, the flower field has already been completed, but because of the recent cold weather and snow from time to time, many flowers are not open.
Chaucer plans to wait until the next year to re-cultivate new flowers.
But almost after just getting out of the carriage, Qiao Wei remembered something, regardless of the hand of His Royal Highness, and wanted to stop him.
He did not expect that Chaucer would come over and grab his hand. He faintly glanced at Chaucer’s hand holding his hand. Chaucer also realized that he was a bit daring, and quickly pulled back his hand. However, he still reached out and blocked his way. He said with a nervous voice: "His Royal Highness, there are quite a few places in the flower field that I have not perfected yet. Can you give me another day, and wait until tomorrow to see you?"

When she was staring at her, she asked quietly: "What is not perfect?"
"I... a lot of flowers haven't moved yet."
She looked at her nervous face and looked pale and calm. "It doesn't matter."
After all, he said that Qiao’s hand in front of him was gently pushed away. Chaucer was afraid to reach out and stop him. He looked at her and said coldly and coldly: "Joe, this king. It doesn't matter if you say it."
The tone of this sentence was quite fierce, and Chaucer had to bite his lip and retreat behind him.
(End of this chapter)