Xia Zhi is not surprised by the virtue of a young master''s opening a dyeing shop when he gives some color. Seeing his hand more and more evil, she bites him on the neck.

    Fu Shaoxin said with a smile, "I didn''t expect you to be more anxious than me."

    "Don''t make trouble with your wound. There are people under it."

    Fu Shaoxin''s eyes are brewing a slow love, biting her earlobe: "don''t worry, I''ve made a reservation."

    "You''re a loser... Well, take it easy."

    Xia Zhi''s Tang suit has been untied three buttons by Fu Shaoxin. Her white, tender and smooth skin exudes soft light in the sky, like a soft cloud, which makes people want to be close and intimate.

    He leaned over and buried in her Softness, put one hand into her lace translucent pants, gently fiddled with them, and heard only heavy breathing and light breathing in the silent air.

    Heavy breathing, it''s him.

    Light breathing, it''s her.

    Interweave together, suddenly ignite all the strong feelings in the air.

    Fu Shaoxin''s fingers gently peeled off the tender flesh of her flower heart, and there was a delicate and ambiguous sound of water below. Xia Zhi''s face turned red.

    Fu Shaoxin''s evil smile, slender fingers continue to explore her tight beautiful place.

    Xia Zhi screams and is blocked by Fu Shaoxin''s kiss, which turns into a soft voice.

    "Do you miss me?"

    Xia Zhi covers his mouth.

    "Keep it down."

    "You are my wife, and my wife do. Love to do things, why should be a little quiet."

    He said of course, smilingly will her body up a lift, and then gently put, her heart just to his body under a hot.

    Even through the heavy fabric of pants, you can still feel his stiff hot.

    It''s like a small hand that stirs up all the emotions of Xia Zhi.

    "Your chest is bleeding." Xia Zhi''s eyes are misty and charming. He doesn''t know how charming his expression is at the moment.

    "I will bleed for you, and I will die for you."

    Xia Zhi spat. He didn''t know who he learned from.

    Although she also wanted to make trouble with him at the moment, her reason told her not to.

    She pressed his hand, voice soft and weak, with Jiao panting: "let''s go to the hospital first."

    A young master buried his head in her shoulder socket, smelled her smell, and began to be a rogue: "not good."

    "Go to the hospital and bandage it. Only in this way can we have the strength to fight 300 rounds."

    Fu Shaoxin raised a big smile: "well, you said, 300 rounds of war, can''t play."

    Xia Zhi arranges his clothes and thinks deeply that he must give Uncle Li a good explanation.

    From now on, spinach will not appear at home.

    She was really deeply impressed by a young master.

    .......

    In a Bauhaus style cafe.

    A couple is particularly striking.

    The woman wears a black hat with wide brim, a pair of fashionable white edge sunglasses on the bridge of her white nose, covering the half of her small cheek, and pink lipstick on her lips. This kind of make-up is matched with a beige medium long waist pinching windbreaker, and a long skirt is put on it, which has a low-key gorgeous feeling.

    "Hello."

    Ann Yiman takes off the brand-name sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of black and white eyes, looking at the man opposite with a smile.

    "Hello, Miss Ann."

    Mu Zichen a pair of indifferent eyes did not fall on her face.

    He has heard about Xia Zhi. As Fu Shaoxin''s predecessor, this woman is not happy to ask him out at the moment.

    Even if a woman like Ann Iman goes out on the street, it is absolutely the focus of everyone''s attention.

    It has to be said that Ann Yiman is much better than Ann youer, whether it''s her dress or her work style.

    Are quite different from an youer''s recklessness and superficiality.

    She can grasp the pain point in everyone''s heart and step on it.

    "I heard that Mr. Mu hasn''t been very happy recently, has he?"

    Mu Zichen put his finger on the table and looked up at the woman for the first time: "you asked me out to say this?"

    An Yiman gently smiles and takes out the photo in his hand. His index finger and middle finger gently push towards Mu Zichen.

    Mu Zichen saw the photo and frowned.

    "Why follow me and Ning."

    "To help you, of course." Ann Yiman raised his hand, skilled for his coffee added a piece of sugar: "bitter, add a little sugar is OK, you say?"

    Mu Zichen poured the coffee in front of him into the garbage can at his feet, obviously without any mercy because he was a beautiful woman.

    Ann Yiman didn''t feel embarrassed. She took back her slender finger and said with a smile, "no wonder Xia Zhi will choose Fu Shaoxin. It turns out that Mr. Mu is really a person who doesn''t understand sentiment."

    Mu Zichen got up and didn''t want to talk to this woman.

    "I''m looking for you today. It''s about Xia Zhi. I''m sure you''ll be interested."

    Sure enough, Mu Zichen heard this and sat back again.

    "What''s the matter?"

    Ann Yiman knows how to play with people''s hearts. The more anxious Mu Zichen is, the lighter and slower her voice is. Looking at his anxious magic, she has a sense of achievement in her heart.

    "You and Ning Yu don''t have a good relationship. Since you got engaged, you have been playing with each other. Besides, the baby in her stomach is not yours at all, right?"

    Mu Zichen''s knuckles closed tightly, his eyes held back his anger, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a straight line.

    After a long time, his body relaxed and his tone was a little decadent: "so."

    "So I''m here to help you."

    "You help me, how can you help me?"

    "To help you recapture Xia Zhi, don''t you like her? Try to fight for it. Love can never be exchanged by compromise." Ann Yiman has a way of speaking. She leans back in the chair with a kind of arrogance on her face.

    Mu Zichen didn''t speak for a long time and seemed to be thinking about something.

    Ann Yiman is not in a hurry. He patiently takes out a cigarette from his bag and skillfully lights it.

    Mu Zichen eyes some disgust, tone is very calm: "she had a good time, I don''t want to disturb her."

    Ann Yiman sneered. The fireworks were burning. A smoke ring was gently spitting out from the watery lips. She leaned forward slightly and said with a smile, "do you think she has a good life? Yesterday, Fu Shaoxin was still in my bed. "

    Mu Zichen can''t believe to see the woman with a clever smile.

    Ann Yiman''s slender index finger shook the ash on his hand, put it on his lips and took a breath. He said carelessly: "I don''t have any purpose. I just want to take back my own things. Since Fu Shaoxin still has me in his heart, why don''t you help Xia Zhi out of the bitter sea."