MTL - This Guy is Wrong-Chapter 125 Evil spirits retreat (23)

   Chapter 125 Evil spirits retreat (23)

   Yao's mother checked Yao Wei's classmates through the relationship.

   Some of these people do well, some do poorly, and some, like Yao Wei, are rich second-generation people, living a life of intoxication.

  Xia Han also got one.

   I don't know where this share came from, he woke up and put it on the table.

  Xia Han looked over these and became suspicious: "Little beauty, you say, is there really a ghost in Yao Wei's villa?"

   "Yes." Chuzheng was very determined.

   "Are you so sure?" Xia Han walked over with the information and sat down next to Chuzheng: "Little beauty, do you know something?"

   "Guess." Can't be conceived out of thin air, right? Well then!

  "..." Xia Han flipped through the information: "These people are still alive..."

  Xia Han glanced at Chuzheng's lips, and his voice dropped a few degrees, his bright red lips pursed a few times, and his white fingers repeatedly pinched the information.

  Xia Han put down the information: "Little beauty, I want to kiss."

"Um?"

   The boy's beautiful eyes were full of seriousness.

  The halo of morning light falls on the eyelashes, and on the fair skin, a beautiful shadow is brushed, the lips are slightly opened, and the tip of the tongue is looming, showing a seductive luster.

  The boy is like a beautiful boy who came out of the comics. Every subtle movement has its own halo special effect.

   Chuzheng leaned against the sofa, his eyes stayed on his lips for a few seconds, and nodded.

  Xia Han raised this question with trepidation.

   He even thought about Chuzheng rejecting himself indifferently.

   I didn’t expect happiness to come so quickly.

   The corners of the boy's lips were slightly curved, and he supported his body to kiss him.

  The coldness spread all over the body instantly.

   The dragon pattern between the boy's sleeves reflected golden light, and when he raised his hand, the overly wide sleeves fell down, revealing the boy's fair wrists.

   He wanted to hug Chuzheng's neck, but was pulled by Chuzheng, so he had to put it on her shoulder.

  The boy pryed open her lips and teeth, hooked the tip of her tongue, and licked and bit her lightly.

   "Okay." Chuzheng pushed him away.

   The boy's body trembled slightly, but there was still something unfinished, and the time was too short.

   Chuzheng raised his hand, the fleece blanket on the opposite sofa flew over automatically, and Chuzheng wrapped him.

   The young man puffed out his cheeks, his eyelashes trembled, and he muttered, "Little beauty, I still want to..."

   "Don't die?"

   "There is a saying that it is romantic to die as a ghost under the peony flower." The young man's voice was clear.

   "I am not a peony."

   "That's a metaphor, the little beauty is much prettier than the peony..." Xia Han was proud, how could his little beauty be comparable to the peony.

   Chuzheng wrapped him up, picked him up horizontally, and went upstairs.

   She turned up the temperature in the bedroom, put the person on the bed, and pressed him halfway through the fleece blanket.

  The room gradually warmed up.

  Xiahan is a little hot.

   He stared at Chuzheng with wide eyes: "Little beauty..."

  Chuzheng lowered his head and gave him a light peck on his lips. The latter's eyes widened slightly. Before he could react, Chuzheng had already left and kissed him again after a few seconds.

   "Is it cold?" Chuzheng asked him.

   "It's okay..." Xia Han murmured.

   She didn't kiss for too long, and they separated before the cold air spread. As soon as the heat in the room rose, she didn't seem to feel cold anymore.

   Chuzheng accurately controlled the time and tried to make Xia Han not feel cold.

   humming…

   Xia Han's phone vibrated.

   Chuzheng stopped, looked at Xia Han for a few seconds, turned over and sat beside the bed.

   Being disturbed, Xia Han struggled out of the fleece blanket unhappily and answered the phone.

   Yao Wei called, Xia Han answered a few times.

   He hung up the phone and tugged at Chuzheng's sleeve: "Continue?"

   Chuzheng squeezed his chin and kissed: "Next time."

  Xia Han was disappointed: "If there is a way, it would be nice to make me not feel cold..." Then he can kiss as he wants.

   Chuzheng didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time he said, "Maybe there is."

   The pleasure of the body can also affect the mood.

   Chuzheng was in a good mood at this time, although...it couldn't be seen.

   Originally agreed to Xia Han because of the ghost contract. Xia Han made the request very solemnly, and she almost nodded her head.

   But then...

   Chuzheng wanted to do that.

   seems a little out of control.

   Chuzheng was a little puzzled, and she threw this puzzle to the king.

  【Miss, you like him. 】The king said with a smile.

"Like it?"

  Emotions are complex and difficult to grasp.

  Happy, troubled, painful, angry, sad...like.

   These things will affect themselves, and even affect the development and outcome of the whole thing.

  【Otherwise why do you want to kiss him? Only those who like it will do this~]

   "Isn't it sweet and sour?" Chu Zheng asked while poking at the phone, "Why don't I feel this way?"

   This is completely different from what came out of a certain degree.

  Dog stuff wants to lie to me again!

  【…Miss, don’t you search randomly? Like this kind of thing, no one can give you a standard answer. 】

   [Anyway, when you treat a person special and treat him something others don't have, you probably like it. 】

   Treatment that others don't have...

   Chuzheng's face was serious: "It may also be because of guilt, responsibility, pity..."

  [...] The King was silent, roaring, [Stop! Miss, do you feel that because of guilt, you will want to kiss each other! ! ! 】

   Chuzheng was thoughtful.

   Chuzheng suddenly asked, "Won't the **** stop me? Does it matter if I like the Good Guy Card?"

  【It doesn't matter, Miss Sister's physical and mental health and happiness are also within the scope of my...consideration. 】

   "You are so humane?"

  【That is natural. 】The king is very proud.

  【Miss, you find that you like Xia Han, what are your thoughts? 】

   Chuzheng replied solemnly: "Lock it up first."

  【…? ? ? ? ? 】

   It presets all kinds of messy situations.

  For example, a young lady who is completely clueless suddenly finds that she likes someone else, and she will panic.

   For another example, the young lady will deny it, resolutely refuse to admit it, and maintain her image of a cold goddess.

   I even thought about the possibility that Miss Sister would kill people because of being frightened.

   But she didn't!

  She didn't!

Nope!

   She has no panic at all, she accepts without hindrance that she likes a person, and has a very bold and strange idea that she has not preset at all - lock it up.

   Isn't this the standard for black people?

   It knows that Miss Sister has always been very receptive...

   But can she accept this kind of thing so calmly?

Is    a devil?

  【Miss, wait a minute, why are you locked up? 】

   "Since I like it, I have to get it. What's the problem?" Chuzheng nodded, and gave himself a firm idea.

  [...] It really shouldn't use its own short-sightedness to look at the treasured lady who can create different sparks anytime, anywhere.

  The King is deeply aware of its own mistakes.

   And sympathize with Xia Han a hundred thousand times.

   I haven't been blackened yet, so I was first stared at by the young lady who looked normal but actually had a very blackened mind.

   It shouldn't discuss liking this kind of thing with the young lady.

  If it doesn't come out, the young lady will definitely think about it for a while.

   It is guilty.

   Master Zheng is a young lady with perfect learning ability + action ability + acceptance ability.

   You can rest assured that there will be no change in the little sister because of acceptance. She will continue to maintain the image of the goddess of high coldness, shame!

   (end of this chapter)