In the late song dynasty, I heard that I was not as good as Mr. Shi in acting.
The sarcasm immediately stung Shi Qian. He leaned over and suddenly pinched her eyebrows. His voice was cruel. "It was you who provoked me in the song dynasty. Don’t be a victim!"
Chapter 47 Still dare to pretend to be koo
Song night bit his lip and glared at him bitterly. Did she provoke him? Should she die?
"Not angry?" Shi Qian’s eyes sank and saw through her mind.
"Don’t dare," Song said softly, not wanting to provoke him. "If you want to vent, you can do whatever you want. Don’t scare the children now."
I forgot to look at two people and look a little timid.
Let her handle it at night?
Damn!
This woman is quite free
But why should he listen to her? This woman has hurt him for four years and still dares to pretend to be a koo.
"Artest forgot to go out to play" Shi Qian cold command tone does not question.
Ron Artest looked worried, looked sympathetic, but dared not say anything. He forgot to leave the villa.
In the late Song Dynasty, I knew I couldn’t escape a bullet and begged, "Can you be gentle?"
When Shi Qian heard the color of his eyes, he suddenly felt cold. "You are so cheap in the Song Dynasty!"
He was so angry that he dragged her upstairs despite the stumbling of Song Dynasty. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he threw her violently to the bed.
The bedroom door was locked as soon as it slammed.
Looking at his gloomy handsome face, the body shuddered involuntarily in Song Dynasty. She retreated and shiqian looked back. Yinzhi held her ankle and easily pressed her.
"Say something where are you hiding! What lied to me four years ago! " Shi Qian’s veins stood out on the back of his hand and asked her angrily.
"I don’t know. I really don’t know what you’re talking about."
Since meeting him again, he has asked her these questions again and again, but she really doesn’t know what he said.
Four years ago, she accidentally entered the room. It was really careless …
"There is a limit to my patience in the Song Dynasty!"
ShiQian eyes gloomily stared at her hand strength almost to press her to the dead.
In the late Song Dynasty, the pain between the eyebrows was so sad that "Shi Qian, you kill me …"
She is fed up with this man’s lack of reason. He thinks she took his things and lied to him, but she really didn’t.
She explained that he wouldn’t listen to her. What can she do?
Shi Qian looked at her darkly, and this woman threatened him with death.
"You kill me, please …"
In the late Song Dynasty, the more I thought about it, the more desperate I became. I looked at Shi Qian and begged him.
“……”
ShiQian was livid and suppressed a rage.
"Please kill me. I … well"
In the late Song Dynasty, the words were blocked by him, and he was crazy and took pity on her lips to suck.
He kissed so hard that Song felt that his tongue was going to be broken by him.
The big palm slid all the way from her collarbone, and the hot fire lit wantonly …
Shi Qian’s anger and evil fire broke out and crashed relentlessly.
"Ah … it hurts …"
In the late Song Dynasty, he gasped in pain and raised his hand to scratch his neck. Blood immediately flowed out.
Shi Qian was scratched, and his face and expression were delayed. Holding her little hand and covering his chest seemed to be the only way to eliminate his anger and anger.
"Shi Qian, I … I really hurt …" Song was overwhelmed with tears in his eyes.
ShiQian looked at her heart gave a pain.
She hurts?
Who knows that he was in pain for four years because of what she did four years ago?
Her tears of pain pierced his eyes deeply, and her tears could not help slowing down.
He bowed his head and hugged him in the song dynasty. "Shi Qian, you like me, don’t you?"
“……”
As soon as she spoke, Shi Qian kissed her ear with a shock. "I hate you in Song Dynasty!"
He hates her.
Is it? may be
……
After returning to the hotel from Shiqian Manor, Song Anqiao thought more and more about what was wrong, but he didn’t remember what was wrong after all.
She is cooking dinner, and Chu Fei is far away in a company video conference.
The little rice cake painted in the living room and called "Mom" sweetly.
Song anqiao boiled the soup and washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen. "What’s the matter?"
