The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 704: Do you want me?

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"Cousin!" Sad, painful, tears like a kite with broken strings, slowly slipped down her white face.

Huan Qingyan just fixedly looked at Jimoya, this man was so stiff with his mother in order to protect her...

She always felt that she owed Jimoya too much, almost all he was paying for her, and she couldn't help him at all.

She doesn't like this weak feeling.

She must be strong, she must stand shoulder to shoulder with him, stand at the same height as him, and share the wind and rain for him.

Jimoya played the CD again, "Murong Xinnuo, you go, don't let me say too much."

Murong Xinnuo didn't dare to violate, he didn't dare to say more, he went out with tears in his eyes.

Only Huan Qingyan and Jimo Ya remained in the house.

Huan Qingyan looked at Jimoya for a long time. This man was as dazzling as a star, and how could she be fortunate to be with him, deserved to be treated with such gentleness.

She sniffed, her voice choked a little, "Jimoya..."

Jimoya's eyebrows were flirting, his eyes were sultry, as if it contained the boundless and deep sea, and touched her cheek, "Don't worry, the catastrophe she said will not come so early, and the problem is not big, I believe Me."

This is exactly what Huan Qingyan is worried about.

Jimoya is always so good, and she can figure it out in her heart.

"Really?"

"Believe me, besides, Baili Zixi is just a Luan Lingbao, and it is not very helpful to my catastrophe. Anyway, without a suitable Feng Lingbao, I can resist it alone." Jimo Ya smiled beautifully, and Qingjun's soft light seemed to waft between the brows.

There is Gao Jie Chengyuan, burning like a pine.

It is calming.

Huan Qingyan was soothed, "Then you can tell me everything in the future, okay? Although my strength is small, I am willing to share one or two for you. I didn't tell me before, and I can only let I am more worried."

Jimoya gave a faint hum, pulled her into his arms, and sprayed her slightly hot breath on Huan Qingyan’s forehead, scorching people, "Okay, I will tell you later."

After receiving his promise, Huan Qingyan showed her face slightly, "Is it really okay that day?"

Jimoya's big hand has been wrapped around Huan Qingyan's waist, "It doesn't matter, I haven't seen it in a few months, little thing, why do you have flesh on your waist?"

Huan Qingyan's face flushed, "Where is it? I haven't eaten for three months in retreat, okay?"

She stretched out her hand by herself, squeezed it, no acridine!

I heard Jimoya's muffled low laughter, and found that he had been fooled, and punched Jimoya's chest.

Jimoya leaned back and said, "Yan girl, as expected, when you are promoted to a true spiritualist, your strength is different. When you start with your husband in the future, you should be careful not to accidentally murder your relatives. Husband."

"Go!" Huan Qingyan was about to punch again and was held by Jimo Ya.

A shadow fell on her head, and her pink lips were stuck.

A bewitching voice escaped while kissing, "Little thing, do you want me?"

"I want to..." Huan Qingyan responded, dizzy with the kiss.

Jimoya kissed her deeper for a while, then followed her pink lips and moved up to her ears.

"I miss you, too. What did you say when I parted with my husband last time? Someone owes me a slap?" Jimo Ya's kiss on Huan Qingyan's body revealed that he was dark. Dumb voice.