Chapter 1032: One thousand and forty-three is so sweet

Chapter 1032: One Thousand Forty-Three
A light sweetness came from the tip of the tongue.
Feng Nai's meal was obvious.
More than just stopping.
Even the stylists who were leaving there couldn't help but stop there.
Mo Bei was holding a lemon-flavored lollipop in his hand, and moved sideways to Feng Nai's mouth, cold and petting.
Coupled with Feng Nai's face and licking a lollipop, Junmei's sense of fullness turned into a full sense of youth.
He is completely different from lazy.
It looks great, just like someone's family.
The stylist didn't dare to take pictures, but they felt that they were too good.
Especially in the eyebrows of k just now there was a faint sigh.
Now that radon disappears without a trace.
Instead, those eyes gathered all the lights.
He snorted, but said nothing, but the corner of his mouth slowly evoked an arc.
That kind of laugh is too unusual.
When I watched the live broadcast before.
He laughed evilly, and felt his heart beating.
Now the stylists have discovered that just like the of God, holding a lollipop, smiled, and even saw the white teeth and the tip of the tongue, which really opened up in your heart. One shot.
Can anyone think that k God can laugh so sweetly.
It's just a crit.
The stylist took a subconscious breath.
Mo Bei noticed this, and slightly lowered his body.
Feng Na raised his eyebrows: "What? Here, and want to take it back?"
Mo Bei looked at his eyes, his voice was a little low: "It really did."
"What is it?" Feng Nai's sound quality was low magnetic.
Mo Bei raised his left hand. After stopping, he pressed his head down and buried his face in her shoulder: "Nothing." Don't be seen by others.
Feng Nai was another meal.
What does this person mean?
Just give him sugar.
I also do this.
Feng Nai's eyes were clearly shaken.
Because Mo Bei swore sovereignty, it was too obvious.
Panda and Tenghui were dumbfounded beside each other, let alone the others.
But the boss is really enough.
What a cold tongue.
Being fed a lollipop, the smile couldn't bear it.
If they replaced them to feed this sugar ... No, they wouldn't dare to feed them.
Except his brother has this guts.
Cats and cats have been shocked and forgot what they were going to say.
Han Xi was the most indifferent and reasonable. He glanced down at his cell phone, and there was no news on it.
Since that day, Yunshen has never talked to him again.
Han Sha's throat moved, and after the screen was darkened, he looked towards this side: "Starting field control."
Mo Bei's face relaxed and let go.
Feng Nai, who was pressed by her head, glanced at her, her eyes were deep, and she didn't say much. She just stood up holding the lollipop, returned the collar with one hand, and lowered her eyes: Anymore? "
"Ok!"
"Come on then."
A loud noise came from the front desk.
Enough to hear.
The five-minute countdown begins!
All the assistants and managers came over.
Accompany the team members from the lounge to the battlefield.
The screen falls.
The fire ignited.
Stereo sound.
Shock the eardrum.
"Only you can hear me, Summoner."
Game dubbing, deep and shocking.
"Fight for the land of birth."
"Your emperor is back."
"On the day the broken sword is remade, when the knight returns!"
"You can't hold me, summoner!"
With the last sentence falling.
Just listen to the noise!
(End of this chapter)