Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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“How can Xiaopo say this?” The cold words and actions helped her to add a glass of wine, and said softly: “These are all rumors, and things that are not believed by the nine students, how can we believe it! ”

"Does he not believe?"

"Of course--" Cold Words will drink the red wine in his hand and say: "If he believes, he will not care for you."

All kinds of care?

She smiled coldly, shaking the glass in her hand and drinking it. There is a faint red color in the corner of the mouth, and the whole room is filled with the breath of red wine, which makes people feel unpredictable.

The cold thoughts are slightly stunned, and the deep eyes are gradually blurred. The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the instigation in my heart is getting more and more uneasy.

"Yeah! My brother is the best for me." She raised her eyebrows and slenderened her hand to pick up the remaining red wine on the table. Then I turned to look at the cold words: "It's too late, I should rest."

When the 82-year-old Lafite was empty, the cold thoughts were obviously frozen. Such an obvious order-by-customer order, he naturally understands, but the inner burning desire, hope, but he is not willing to leave this place.

The girl's face is faint, her cheeks are a little reddish, and the clearness in her throat can reflect the other person's figure.

In this long night, I constantly devour the consciousness of the people in front of me.

Luo dust is very clear, cold thinking and temptation...

"There is a place nearby where you can see a particularly beautiful aurora on a rainy day. Anyway, Jiusheng is not coming back so soon. Would you like to see it?"

"It’s very interesting to say that my brother is going out in the rainy day." Luo dusted his eyebrows and looked at the window. The rain was still very big. The thunder flashing power source was constantly coming, filled with her cold and impetuous heart.

"Jiusheng can go out for his dearest sister, why should we waste a good time!" The tone of cold speech is somewhat unpleasant. In the so-called aristocratic circle, every young master wants to be the best and most Let women appreciate it.

In this circle, Du Jiusheng is always the one who stands at the center of the light.

Since this girl is the enemy who killed her sister, if she conquered her before, it is not very fulfilling.

"What you said... very right!" She bowed slightly, raised her eyebrows and raised her lips.

In the absence of a system, how to know how much Watanagh has a good feeling for himself can only be done in one way.

Let him be jealous...

Rolls-Royce Mercedes is a performance on the mountain road at midnight. Probably because of the relationship between drinking alcohol, the car of cold talk seems a little floating, but the expression of Luo Ding is as calm as ever.

It seems that such a speed of life and death does not have much impact on her, but rather calms her anxious heart.

Since it is said that no more use, then simply enjoy the annual drama!

At least, the man is her...

At least, she is a special person for him...

Even, hate is more than everything.

Cold thoughts looked at her and saw that she didn't have a little panic, but she had a strange frustration.

Do not--

The desire to conquer is continually strengthening, and the cold lips are slightly glimpsed, forming a beautiful arc. The right foot stepped under the throttle at the limit speed. There was a loud thunder in the sky. The wheel slipped and the whole car fell directly to the ground.