MTL - My Cold Gentle Husband-Chapter 1010 I like him very much.

"What do you mean? You have it now? Is it more than a month? When are you going to be good, how have you not revealed it to me before?" At the end of the road, Bai was lightly filled with resentment.

Like the cabbage planted by her own family, she did not know.

It’s too angry!

"That light sister, this is very complicated," priest looked down at his right foot wrapped in gauze. "I will tell you back to the house slowly."

Bai Yanyan listened to her voice gently, sometimes with a smile, presumably she had a good life in Nancheng, she was completely relieved.

"That's good, when you give me honestly explain clearly. And you man, even dare to buy a ticket after getting on the bus, the nature is bad, the Secretary has to let him take off a layer of skin." Bai Yanyan deliberately said .

"Don't be light, sister, others are very good." The priest was anxious.

White light may be a joke, but the father Si Yuan may be really sad.

In the past, Si Yuan did not allow her to spend the night with Si Yue. If she found out, she would definitely be furious.

Her child was born, and I don’t know if my father could see the little grandson’s share.

"This is protected? Xiao Yan, deep trapped." White lightly stunned her, but the lips can not help but rise.

She is always blaming for the things of Li Shuo.

Now that the priest has a home, she is completely relieved.

"Well, I like him very much." The priest did not refute.

White light and soft: "Like it, hold it firmly, Xiao Yan, you will be happy."

Parents' mistakes should not be paid by children.

The death of Wan Peipei and Wan Feng cut all the old grievances.

"I will." Si Xiao smiled.

She felt her eyes staring at herself, and when she turned her head, she was on the scorpion of the East.

She said to the phone: "Light Yan sister, then first, we have time to contact, my previous phone was lost, you can find me by playing this phone."

"it is good."

When he heard the white light, the priest immediately hung up.

"Auntie." She stood up on one foot and walked toward the east.

"Don't move." Oriental frown.

The priest stopped and did not move.

The oriental cockroach walked up to her and reached out to hold her. The big palm pressed against her head and looked at her lowly: "I like mys?"

Secretary: ""

She almost blushes with conditioned reflexes, and immediately gets out of the embrace of the East, but is held tighter by the man.

"Small," his long fingers provoked her jaw. "I like you too."

The priest squatted, her eyes lit up, and then she lowered her head: "Auntie, is the person you love is Mizi?"

Dongfang looked at her helplessly: "You are her, she is also you. Xiao Yan, don't think about it."

He took her up and let her sit down on the couch.

The priest was silent for more than ten seconds, and he asked: "When, when will I start treatment?"

Dongfang is right, she is the rice, and the rice is her, they can't tell each other.

Why is she still struggling?

"A few days later."

It is necessary to see when Cheng Ziming stimulates her.

I thought of this oriental scorpion and screwed my brow.

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If he can, he does not want Otaru to suffer any harm.

"Okay." The priest nodded. "Yes, what did she do in addition to playing Mohlin yesterday? Oriental soft?"

"She broke the finger of Dongfangrou and trampled her face. The doctor said that she would stay."

"Ah," the priest took a sigh of relief and grabbed his mouth.

It turns out that Mi Zi is so terrible.

No wonder the servants in the villa were afraid of her.

No wonder she even beats the ink.

"Small, sly, I am used to it, rest assured, I will deal with the follow-up." The East saw her being scared by her other side, he whispered softly.

The priests and sisters are still round and round: "Then, Auntie, is Dongfang soft now in the castle? Your mother, does she really hate me?"

"Well, she hates Xiaoyan, not you." Dongfang shouted.

"But she thought it was me! I went to talk to her," said the priest.

"Small, no, I will explain it to my mother in the future."

She is now, her mother's attitude must be very bad, it is tantamount to asking for trouble.

"No, aunt, if I don't do anything, your mother will hate me more and more."

"I am with you." Dongfang is still not at ease.

The priest shook his head: "No, Auntie, my surname is a division. When I was very young, I followed my mother to various occasions. Don't underestimate me."

"That's good, Miss Sister II." The oriental singer has always slipped a smile in the indifferent voice.

The priest took a wheelchair and went to the Oriental soft room.

Electric, very good control.

The door didn't close, she saw the soft and weak lie on the bed at first glance, half of her face was bandaged, and it looked a bit funny. Jiang Guiru sat next to her, looking at her with a sad face, very distressed.

Although the door was not closed, the priest knocked on the door politely.

Jiang Guiru and Dongfangrou both followed the sound and saw that they were priests, and their faces changed.

Jiang Guiru immediately pulled down his face: "Mi Zi, what do you want to do? I tell you, don't think that Auntie hurts you, you can do whatever you want. If you still die after a month, you will let Auntie and you become awkward. You make a choice between Moore.

What do you say is also an outsider, and Moh is the son of our oriental family, you are waiting to be swept out by the aunt. ”

The priest looks the same.

It seems that Jiang Guiru’s opinion on her is indeed very big.

She bowed slightly: "Sorry for my aunt, I was wrong with me yesterday."

"How come suddenly, the attitude is so humble? You hit the ghost?" Jiang Gui like her hateful.

She hurts the oriental soft, Jiang Guiru is very angry, she hit the oriental ink, it is unforgivable.

The priest no longer said more.

She slipped into the wheelchair and entered the room.

Oriental Soft immediately came over with a pillow: "Go out! You are a bad woman! You will get out soon!"

Yesterday, she was really scared by Mi Zizhen. At this moment, she is also afraid of it. Only now is Jiang Guiru, and Dongfangrou does not believe that Mi Zizhen still dares to do it himself.

The priest slightly sideways, avoiding her attack, and swearing in the throat with a cold sigh to the oriental soft: "With your education, you still want to be with the aunt. Are you trying to harm the oriental family for a hundred years?"

Dongfang softly looked at the priest and suddenly felt cautious.

It’s such a look that it’s far more terrible than the unscrupulous kicking of Yonago.

It is the majesty of the priests carved into the bones.

Dongfangrou immediately murmured, and she wanted to refute it. It was like a hand holding her throat and she couldn’t make any sound.