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Chapter 682

"You We last night "Min Zhuang'er is incoherent, staring at a pair of water light illusory eyes, looking at the South evening owl with love, shy and full of expectation.

Every girl, who doesn't want to be gently held in the arms of a man the next day that she has done with the first man?

She is also waiting for the gentle care and doting of the South evening owl in the morning, waiting for a sentence: "baby, did you have a good night?"

But now, what she received was the cold and strange eyes of the other side, which even made her have the illusion that she met the flow blindness last night.

Min Zhuang'er only felt that his heart was bleeding and he was in pain. He paid for the first time, but he got the other party's friend's general ignorance.

The girl's injured expression, let the South evening owl heart pass a trace of heartache.

But suddenly I saw a picture of Jun Xiaoyan wearing a police uniform on the ground. A hatred that had been suppressed for 18 years was gathered in my heart.

He just felt humiliated by the people in the picture.

And then he just wanted to humiliate the people in bed.

So, the next second, the South evening owl really incarnated as a bubble friend, a white handsome face, full of cynicism.

"Last night you drank the wine that you lost your life. I just happened to pass by and helped you to get rid of it." The South evening owl is pondering the Playboy's expression, as if facing those female stars who once wanted to climb the bed.

Min Zhuang'er was shocked and angry, and the body covered by the sheet was shaking.

"Well, your wine is gone, so I have nothing to explain. Someone will bring you clothes later." Said the owl, and began to put on his clothes, and put on his shirt and then his tie for his long and strong body.

In fact, with his noble identity, he can be sent to order, but he put on the clothes of last night, because there is a girl's Chu fragrance on it, and he wants to keep it.

Min Zhuang'er wanted to cry without tears, and looked at the man's emotionless action, as if she was a prostitute, and he was just a ladybug.

Finally, he put on his coat, and his handsome face was still expressionless. He took out his wallet, took out a black card and threw it on the rose petals on the bed.

"You are Chu, too. This should be enough to pay." The man spoke, turned around, cold and merciless ready to leave.

He Do you really think she's a business?

After turning around, the Nightingale owl walks slowly, waiting for her to explode, scream, question.

Or, waiting for her to rush up, desperate to embrace his waist and beg him not to do this to me.

Or, wait for her to come forward, slap a black card in his face, spit, scold him: put your dirty money away, my innocence is priceless!

But he did not wait, nothing to wait, behind him, is unprecedented silence.

Such a quiet, some stimulate the South evening owl, finally, in the moment out of the room, nanmu owl stopped, turned his head, and looked at Min Zhuang'er.

Min Zhuang'er has been sitting on, wrapped in a thin quilt, silent, quiet.

The princess's haircut has a sense of hierarchy. The long black hair fits the tender and perfect side face, especially the delicate nose, which makes the girl look like a wounded kitten.

"Zhuang'er, if you have anything to do with me "The South evening owl takes the lead in speaking, but is interrupted directly by min Zhuang'er.

"Please close the door when you go out. Thank you."

Min Zhuang'er looked at him with the same strange eye color, full of empty eyes, and said to him with the same cold tone.

It's like he's cleaning.