Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 312: Debt Collection 3: Spanking

　　 Qin Molin stepped forward, his heart warmed by ironing.

　　 Her long hair is gentle and tangled around him, like vines, giving him the feeling that they are inseparable.

　　 It's a pity that Feng Xingying is not honest, kicking her calf to protest: "Qin Molin, let me down!"

　　 He patted her casually.

　　 was really not intentional, but she was bent and carried, the protruding part was the butt.

　　 feels good?

　　 Qin Molin stopped and looked at his other hand.

　　 "Let me down!" Feng Xingying became even more embarrassed, and this **** was getting less and less reliable.

　　Feng Xingying wanted to struggle, but was afraid that he would continue, so she calmed down.

　　 But his obviously elevated temperature made her feel embarrassed.

　　 This bastard!

　　She is still a doctor, and is extremely sensitive to every point of the human body, including questions, including the characteristics of certain parts.

　　 There is a hard fire in his place, which is hitting her waist.

　　Feng Xingying's face was red, and she didn't dare to make any more trouble.

　　Ghost knows if this guy will be surnamed at any time.

　　 It was Qin Molin who reacted first, restrained himself, and continued to walk quietly.

　　None of them speaks, and the surroundings are silent, except for his powerful footsteps and the sound of each other's heartbeats.

　　 Feng Xingying felt that her throat was a bit dry, so she opened her mouth and closed her mouth obediently, biting her ruddy lips stubbornly.

　　 There was a warm smile on Qin Molin's face that he had never seen before, and his steps were still firm and steady.

　　 Feng Xingying is really heartless, it's just that.

　　 fell asleep...

　　 Listening to her well-proportioned and charming breathing, Qin Molin couldn't help laughing.

　　 can fall asleep at this time, he only serves Feng Xingying.

　　 Feng Xingying just closed her eyes and took a nap. When he put her on the soft chaise longue, she had already opened her eyes.

　　 His smile suddenly hit her eyes and planted it in her heart.

　　 Feng Xingying raised her head and looked at the man in front of her in a daze.

　　 The sun is shining and warm in spring, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the willow leaves are green, but he is more beautiful than this full garden.

　　 And such a beautiful man, does it belong to her?

　　 Feng Xingying suddenly felt that all this was unreal like a dream.

　　 Is it still reinforced concrete, neon lights, scalpels, and laboratories after waking up from a dream?

　　 Feng Xingying couldn't help reaching out her hand, trying to feel whether he really exists.

　　 He grabbed her hand, took the initiative to place it on his face, placed it on his lips, and imprinted a fiery lip mark.

　　 Feng Xingying's face flushed all over, turned her head awkwardly, withdrew her hand, and asked stubbornly:

　　 "His Royal Highness Leng now likes strong women from good families?"

　　 "No, I just exercise my rights."

　　 "I didn't promise to marry you again!" Feng Xingying exploded and forgot to be shy, and straightened up to confront him.

　　 He was right in front of her, and she turned her face like this and almost touched his lips.

　　Kissing this matter, once started, it is easy to wipe the fire.

　　Feng Xingying quickly backed away.

　　 Qin Molin did not chase, but put away the smile on his face, and responded with a serious face:

　　 "A little guy took my fire essence and said he would clean the yard for me."

　　This matter...

　　 "It's not me again!" Feng Xingying decided to die.

　　 Although he already knew that Ye Xing was Feng Xingying.

　　 "Really?" Qin Molin grinned, and the evil charm came from the corners of his lips:

　　"Then I can only exercise the rights of the creditor."

　　 "What do you want?"