Chapter 141: v93 give me

Joey originally received a call over there thinking that Mo Qianren would not return. After all, Joey could n’t believe that Mo Qianren would have a woman, and it was impossible to imagine that Mo Qianren would leave the business and rush back to Cohen for a woman , But when he saw a man in a white shirt and black suit walking in, he instantly widened his eyes and opened his mouth in shock ...
The Mo Qian people looked at Joey's appearance, still looking indifferent, "What a stupid thing to do?"
Joey, who was sprayed with poison, suddenly looked back and blinked hard, "Did you break that case?"
Isn't it? No matter how genius you work, you don't have to catch a perverted murderer on the first day of the crime. Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that other people are too useless? Although it was really useless in the contrast of Mo Qianren's reflection ...
Mo Qiang glanced thoughtfully at his office, and heard Joey's words, and felt that this question was too stupid. Why should he ask what he knew without asking? Wasting the tongue and time is also killing the patience of others, and ca n’t understand the brain circuits of low-IQ creatures ...
Joey's eyes widened and he looked at Mo Qian who walked out of the office without a word. He couldn't move for a while, and it was really amon that even women had. What else was impossible? It took me a while to get back to my mind. Strangely, did he accidentally forget to tell amon what?
The Mo Qian people slowly walked upstairs, glanced around, always felt as if something was wrong, a little strange, as if there was something in the air that shouldn't exist here ...
Suddenly thought of something, Mo Qianren took out his mobile phone, turned it on, and saw a missed call by Mu Rulan on the mobile phone. After a pause, he called in the past, but no one answered. # & Fastest update, Baidu search arrives "
Standing in front of the bedroom, Mo Qianren looked down at the mobile phone, his thumb swiped on the screen, selected a mobile phone number, dialed it out, and then pressed the bedroom doorknob. The wind blowing in from the window flew for a moment. Come, tell him to have another footsteps, his eyes fell on the black bed full of moonlight, the messy girl in a white shirt, cold and faint in the air with a hint of minty fragrance, quietly, mixed with the uniqueness of the girl The clean and soft fragrance of fragrant, warmed a glass of cold water at zero temperature all at once.
Mo Qianren looked at her, his indifferent and cold eyes clearly reflected the figure, looking like a mermaid lying on the rippling but beautiful rippled lake.
He walked in slowly, closed the door gently without making a sound, and the connected phone was interrupted without a word. He stared at her with a blink of an eye.
He hasn't seen her for more than two months, so every night, this horrible bad girl was released from the air, from her sleep, and occasionally in a daze of thought, and invaded his soul and every cell in every minute, time. The longer it lasts, the more he can't fight it, who says that anything can become immune over time? If so, why is he more and more irresistible to her? Why ca n’t I stop loving her?
The moonlight covered the sheets, probably because it was summer, the girl kicked off the quilt, and was corrected by Moqian. Finally she no longer lay on the left side, and she was sleeping on the right side, just facing the cool and cool wind. The window is white enough to make her shirt look loose and loose, the buttons are randomly buckled in the middle two, the hem is wide open, and the chest is also wide open. With two white slender legs and sweet and pale pink lace panties, the chest is so slick that you can see it at a glance, and it looks very fragrant.
However, the bright moonlight sprinkled on her, as if she was covered with a layer of gold yarn. The girl had a messy and charming buttocks spreading on the bed, but the girl slept sweetly and quietly, like a small fan. The eyelashes cast two silhouettes under her eyes, which looked so beautiful and fragile that they needed to be carefully protected by others ...
Mo Qianren stood by the bed, his heart quietly accelerated, and uncertain emotions appeared rare. Is this a dream? Maybe he accidentally fell asleep on the way back to Cohen from Los Angeles. Otherwise, how could he open the door and see people who could not appear here at all? Just in such a place, in the bed where he slept countless times ...
He couldn't help but reach out, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out, and touched the fair-skinned foot gently.
bumped into……
The fierce, fiery heartbeat of the thumping heart is like holding Mu Rulan's feet instead of a fragile dream. The indifferent black eyes seemed to be contaminated with the hot flame by the fiery mass. At that moment, it seemed that from an indifferent and cold king to an ambitious emperor with endless power.
Some people have said that Mo Qian people are desperate, indifferent, and indifferent to the world, disdain even a follower. Such a person will either stand on top and despise everything all his life, until he dies. Either do everything for one person, including the soul.
It seemed to feel uncomfortable, Mu Rulan's head moved, her cheeks were rubbed with Moqin's faint clean and cool mint-scented pillow, and a small gap was slowly opened, covered with a layer of water Moisture, just leaning on his side and squinting at him ...
During the routine period of five to ten seconds after waking up, Mu Rulan saw the bright and bright moonlight, and the king-like man kissed her toes carefully and reverently, then wrapped The shadow covering her whole body enveloped her, and the refreshing mint fragrance covered her comfortably.
"Why are you here?" The man held his hands on the sides of the girl's head and looked down at her.
Mu Rulan subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch the man's neck. The voice just waking up seemed a little hoarse, but it was so hooked, "I miss you ..."
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart as if to extinguish the joy of reason, he tried hard and rationally and asked, "How much do you think?"
Mu Rulan ignored his problem, pressed his neck and kissed his lips. She liked the taste and feeling of kissing Mo Qianren, just like it contained cool mints. In the hot summer, more Like a cold popsicle, made her want to swallow him down.
The hot lingering kiss is always a futuristic fuse. The big hand probes into the clothes and puts it on the chest. The little hand is rude and eager to unbutton the shirt of the man. Grinding, the kiss caused a thin layer of sweat on the two bodies, which was even more unbearable than the summer heat.
So when Mo Qianren wanted to stop again, the female with no shame was perverted.
Mo Qianren's waist didn't let him get up. The hot and hot places of the two wanted to be close to each other. They fit so clearly that they didn't pierce through the thin layers of fabric.
"Lan Lan ..." Mo Qianren's breathing was unstable. Of course, as a man, he was more tormented than Mu Rulan.
"I want to." Mu Rulan pressed his waist down and felt the temperature of each other. His cheeks were seductive pink, and his beautiful eyes were filled with water vapor, making it easy. Will fall into it.
"No."
"I'm seventeen."
"It's not eighteen." Mo Qianren did not budge on Mu Rulan's related issues.
Mu Rulan raised her cheeks in a rare childish manner, suddenly turned over suddenly, and changed positions with Mo Qianren. The whole person sat on Mo Qianren's waist, and Mu Rulan stretched out his hands regardless of His belt, "I want I want I want ... give me give me give me ..."
Probably the so-called Xiaobie wins the wedding, unlike the kind that Mu Rulan deliberately teases Moqian people on weekdays. With foreplay but no follow-up, even Mu Rulan will feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable, let alone ten Seven-year-old is the final stage when the flowers are beautiful and mature.
Mo Qianlan was almost mad by Mu Rulan, sweating from his forehead, he reached out and held Mu Rulan's hand, and turned over and pressed Mu Rulan under his body again, so fast, thin fabric Leaving its original position under the fingertips, he took her ankle and leaned over his head to bury it in ...
...
The sun gradually replaced the moonlight, casting a little golden light in the quiet forest, and the fawn opened the wet eyes in the doe's arms, fixedly looking somewhere, the ears moved cutely, oh, it was new one day.
At Cohen Psychiatric Hospital, breakfast is served at 7 am every morning, and staff distribute food to prisoners on each floor and in the cell.
In front of each cell, there is a device that can feed things in and out without touching them, put food in, and push it over to complete the task.
The gap between the prisoners on the second floor and the first floor is very large. The prisoners on the first floor are divided into the most dangerous s-classes and a-classes according to the degree of danger, while the second-floor ones are b- and c-classes.
Any one of the prisoners on the first floor looks good and looks like a normal high society. It does n’t necessarily mean that they are mentally ill if they have a mental illness. On the second floor, after careful observation, there is still something wrong. Whether it's their behavior, their eyes, their way of speaking, or their words.
Most of the prisoners on the second floor were not arrested by Mo Qian. Many of them were captured by fbi and sent over. What is needed? For example, some psychological research institutions need to perform experiments on mentally ill people, and such things are naturally not allowed in ordinary private hospitals.
Human psychology is a piece of research that is still incomprehensible for thousands of years, and mental illness is even more so. It involves the human brain and invisible nerves and stress. It involves medicine, psychology, even philosophy, etc. It is complicated and difficult to understand. How many talents like Moqian with a talented iq of more than four hundred can have?
So many times, many times, there are no gains. To make most people laugh, let a small number of people cry, for the sake of justice.
"Ah ah ah……"
Early in the morning, someone in the prison on the second floor was screaming in pain.
The cell structure on the second floor is also different from the first floor. The second floor is a very ordinary cell. There are no thick granite stones, no two-layer bullet-proof plastic glass, and rows of silver-cold iron railings in the past are spacious and spacious. Cold.
Someone is still sleeping, someone is sitting on the bed staring blankly at the large white wall that is separated from the next door, someone jumping up and down, with a strange hissing sound like a snake in his mouth, as if capturing the smell in the air.
Yesterday, Mu Rulan brought the staff of the road a portion of the food. When he walked to an isolated prison, a man looking forty years old with his hands on his back was standing behind the iron fence. Qinghei, looking at the staff, asked: "May I be Tom Hanson or Jack Rosen? Oh ... this feeling is so bad, it makes me have a soul trapped in someone else's shell. It feels like, am I a chainsaw serial killer or a body artist? Am I arrested as an ogre or serial killer? Who am I ... "
Subjects are always taken away from other perverts, otherwise they will be disturbed by other people. The group of people is like Hans said. After disturbing his neural memory, he pats his and leaves. , Leaving a mentally ill person who lost himself under the deliberately bad influence of others.
The staff glanced at him, and suddenly felt that the man was a bit pitiful, and said, "You are Steve Cullen."
"Steve Cullen?" The man stumbled. "Really?"
"Really." The staff member said, pushing the food in, pushing the cart away.
"I'm ... Steve Cullen?" The man behind muttered.
...
Jin Chancan's hot sunlight was blocked by the curtains, but the whole room was still hot.
Mu Rulan opened her eyes slowly, and her purpose was to have a large white chest, probably because she didn't stay in the hospital like a house that stayed out all day and night like before, so she didn't look so pale.
Staring at Mo Qianren's chest for a few seconds, the hot memories gradually returned to the cage last night. Mu Rulan found that his body was very clean and fresh, his upper body and lower body were empty, and the shirt buttons were an unbuttoned button. of……
The corner of his lips evoked a gentle and touching smile. Mu Rulan secretly kissed a man who was sleeping very comfortably, and got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. She found out last night that there are two toothbrushes in his bathroom, one for men and one for women. Mu Rulan doesn't think that there will be other women here in Mo Qianren. Obviously it is for her. The teeth have never been refreshed once. It was so cute, did he have the hunch that she would come to him here?
As soon as she walked into the bathroom, Mu Rulan saw something hanging on the window, her eyes widened slightly, and she chuckled and smirked in the next second, her eyes crooked, as clear and beautiful as crystal glass.
Three underwear and a pair of underwear were hung on the window. The underwear was Mu Rulan's, the underwear had two Mu Rulan's and one Mo Qianren's. One was changed when Mu Rulan took a bath. Mu Rulan wanted to sleep too much and threw his underwear in the washstand and forgot to wash it. One was taken off by Mo Qiang who was soaked yesterday ... , Good man Mo Qianren washed them all up and hung them ...
Mu Rulan can also imagine that a man like the king stood indifferently with a face standing in front of the washstand, holding her sleeves to help her wash these intimate clothes. One of them was a scene soaked because of him. The face must be very Seriously, the tip of the ear must be very red, and my heart must be very rippling ... so cute!
How could that man be so cute? People are getting more and more like it, I really want to keep it with me all the time ...
Mu Rulan brushed her teeth, washed her face, and just opened the bathroom door and went out. Mo Qiang's bedroom suddenly banged, and Joey appeared anxiously at the door, "amon!"
"Get out!" A pillow flew over and hit Joey's face accurately. The awakened Moqian looked cold and angry. Scaring Joey too late to figure out what happened, he pulled out of Mo Qian's room door with a pillow.
Mu Rulan stood at the door of the bathroom not far from the door. She wore a white shirt with a hollow, silky black hair. She stretched her hands behind her, and the shirt swinged up as she moved. A few, revealing more seductive fair skin, and a few chests moistened by washing the face, the looming beauty is fascinating.
Mu Rulan looked at the closed door blankly, then looked at Mo Qianren who looked at her, what happened? Did Qianren suddenly get upset?
...
Half a minute later, Mo Qianren opened the door and walked out, closing the door by the way. Joey, who didn't know why he had angered him, held the pillow carefully and looked at Mo Qianren, but saw them the director of amon There are still no superfluous expressions, and the indifference is slightly cooler than before, but in general, it seems that it is not enough to destroy him ...
"Amon ..."
"Say." Mo Qianren said lightly, looking at Joey's eyes cool.
Joey stepped back subconsciously, "Speak out, don't get angry ... no, don't get angry with me ..."
"If your IQ is directly proportional to your ability, I will thank God for you."
"..." Their boss is so brutal today ... Although it has always been brutal, it is especially obvious at the moment ...
Fearing no more, Joey quickly said, "The prisoner in the cell on the second floor of the quarantine zone ... masochistically died."
Mo Qian frowned, and Joey immediately said again: "Because Steve told him he was Steve Cullen!" So it's not about him, it's definitely not that he is lazy and doesn't do his duty!
The door sounded softly. Mu Rulan appeared in front of Joey wearing a white shirt of Mo Qianren. The underwear washed last night was completely dried in the hot air in summer, so Mu Rulan It's not hollowed out wearing Mo Qianren's shirt.
Wearing amon's shirt!
Joey's eyes widened and his mouth was filled with surprise. He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to tell Amon about something yesterday, just to forget to tell him there was a woman for his fiancee in his house! Of course, it doesn't matter now, but! Who told him that for the woman Mao could wear amon's clothes, amon was not angry at all? What about his perverted cleanliness? !!
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