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However, the more she is afraid of, the more she is afraid of!

As soon as he got up and wanted to find a place to hide, he suddenly opened the door, and the elegant and evil spirit came into her eyes. She was at a loss, terrified and staring at him. She had noble temperament, tall and straight figure, handsome facial features, gentle eyes like the spring breeze in April, warmed her heart all the way, slightly lifted up a smile on her lips, light but thick eyes, bright and dazzling, which made her unable to move away from her sight.

When he first returned home, he looked at her with cold eyes, not to mention this smile. This smile is like him four years ago. He tries to please her in every way. He wants to give her the best in the world.

Unfortunately, at that time, she didn't understand!

Fortunately, now, it's not too late to understand!

Watching him approach slowly, he wanted to step back, but he couldn't help but didn't step back. He nervously watched him approach from a distance and walk in front of him. The atmosphere didn't dare to breathe.

Mo Li is equally nervous. He is still the first time he has done such a thing. He has had his marriage certificate handled, but he has never asked for marriage, let alone so. Originally, she only planned to send flowers, because she only said to send flowers. However, as soon as the flowers arrived, he had new inspiration.

God gave him a second chance. Why couldn't he give her a formal and grand proposal? Is it hard? Is he still waiting for a third chance? No, no, no, it's enough to lose once. I can't afford to lose my heart again!

Follow the inspiration in a hurry!

Looking at her, he couldn't believe his eyes. Why was she so beautiful? Long legs, willow waist, beautiful eyes, skin like congealed fat, black hair like water pouring down, the curly shape of waves scattered on the shoulders, covering the wound between the neck, and lining the white dress with extra white, just like a pure angel landing on the earth.

So beautiful that breathing has become blasphemy!

Looking at her, there was only her in my eyes. I forgot who I was and didn't resist the temptation. I lowered my head and kissed her lips. I didn't dare to kiss deeply. I touched it gently and touched it again: "it's so beautiful that it hurts."

Cheng Qingyao was already nervous. When she was teased by him, she was even more confused: "I, I, I..." she wanted to respond to him, but she didn't know what to say. She stammered and her eyes were frightened.

He buried his head and kissed her again!

This time, he didn't taste or skim the water. He slipped into her mouth from shallow to deep, and depended on her lips and teeth. His tongue attracted and entangled each other like a swimming dragon. You have me and I have you.

The temperature is rising!

The atmosphere becomes ambiguous!

The faint mint fragrance invades each other's nerves, slightly wild, slightly lost, and a touch of quiet sadness and softness. The slender palm extended to her cheek and held it carefully, like holding the most precious rare treasure in the world.

The mood became complex and stuck with pain. At this moment, they both stopped kissing and looked at each other. They seemed to have thousands of words to say. Finally, they all turned into one sentence: "together, don't separate again."

He smiled. The smile was like the sun shining through the thick cumulus clouds on the earth, reflecting a bright room.

She smiled. The smile bloomed like the most beautiful flowers in the world, with refreshing fragrance in the brilliance.

Clasped his fingers, took her, followed him and walked out of the bedroom side by side. At the moment of stepping out, Cheng Qingyao's pupils widened and her eyes were surprised: "how beautiful!" everywhere she could see were flowers and the red roses she liked and wanted.

There are bunches on the wall and handfuls on the ground... Both bunches and handfuls are carefully taken care of, uneven, budding and beautiful... The corridor is covered with petals, like a red carpet, spreading all the way to the end... The end is the stairs, under the stairs

"Wow!" Cheng Qingyao exclaimed. She couldn't believe her eyes. This is still yesterday's living room, which has changed greatly. It's not only beautiful, but also amazing. How can he achieve this in just five hours?

It's like brewing for a long time and arranging for a long time. I can't see the rush and roughness of five hours.

Colorful balloons floated over the living room.

The transparent purple drapery pours from top to bottom, obscuring and revealing the beautiful flowers behind.

Flowers spread all over the ground, red, yellow, white, and a large area, seemingly irregular and regular, forming a big heart.

A circle of round candles lit on the periphery of the heart-shaped, not charming or gorgeous. Inside the heart-shaped rose cluster, pile up three big words - I, love, you. The edge of "I love you" is also surrounded by candles. I don't know what's spilled on the "I love you". When the candle light is reflected, it shines in five colors, such as stars and diamonds. It's shiny, dazzling and suffocating.

"It's so beautiful. How did you do it?" Cheng Qingyao was drunk, conquered by the beauty in front of her, and was convinced to the ground.

Mo Li smiled and was about to say "simple", when an disharmonious voice suddenly came in from the outside: "beautiful! Beautiful! Amazing! What I do is what I do. Cheng Qingyao, hurry up and say you love me."

Mo Li's smile froze on her face. Cheng Qingyao was black lined and talking to no one else. It was Zhang Yangfei who jumped in with a smile from the outside. His actions were exaggerated and his voice was noisy. He was not afraid of death. He said, "come on, brothers, come on in. That's what I told you about my girlfriend. How? Beautiful! Beautiful! Come on, take more photos for us."

As soon as the voice fell, five men came in behind, all strange faces, with all kinds of shooting instruments in their hands. They were followed by Liu Jian. He looked very happy and was not afraid of big things. He added: "that's also my girlfriend, Zhang Yangfei. We have to compete fairly. Mo Lao supports me to be with her."

"You're her boyfriend at home, and I'm her boyfriend in the company. I'm not afraid of fair competition. In the end, it's up to each family to support you. However, it's useless for Mo Lao to support you, and she likes me more." Zhang Yangfei completely ignored Mo Li, didn't make a draft, and winked at Liu Jian and ran upstairs together.

Mo Li wants to die.

Cheng Qingyao understood what they wanted to do, and looked at Mo Li, whose face was green with anger.

However, their speed was very fast. Before she could recover and Mo Li could react, Zhang Yangfei held her hand and said, "go, run, I'll go down and take pictures." Cheng Qingyao was pulled and her high heels were very unstable. There was no other way but to follow down. Mo Li came to catch up with him and was blocked by Liu Jian. "Mr. Mo, let's talk about life."

"Go to hell!" Mo Li fainted. These two bastards are so arrogant because Cheng Qingyao will help them. He pushed away Liu Jian, who was not afraid of death. He pulled him back three steps with his backhand.

When he got to his feet, Liu Jian flew down and jumped to Cheng Qingyao's right. He and Zhang Yangfei hugged Cheng Qingyao's Willow waist left and right and posed for the camera, almost singing "sweet honey".

Mo Li knelt down. He didn't know what they were making. Just now he made it clear to them to avoid. He wants to propose, take proposal photos and hold a unique Mohs proposal ceremony.

What the hell are they doing?

What do they want to destroy? Can you destroy it again? His woman, they have the ability to take it? That's funny!

One left and one right hugged Cheng Qingyao's waist, patting and laughing, head against head, intimate... Have they asked his opinion? Did he agree to let them hug Cheng Qingyao's waist? That's his, his

Mo Li looked more and more angry. His face was green, his fist was rattling, and his eyes glared sharply: "have you made enough noise?"

His voice was not urgent or slow, the sound quality was not high, and he could not hear his emotions, but he was cold. Zhang Yangfei's tiger body trembled, and Liu Jian felt cold silently, but they looked at each other, had new courage, and smiled at him: "Mr. Mo, we all had a chance before Cheng Qingyao got married. Besides, we really did it together in such a big venue today. How can you take the credit alone?"