Chapter 296 (1/2)

Can why think of this word, his heart will have a kind of sweet honey feeling?

Once again, Feng Yimo found that he was not exclusive.

How could he fall in love with a woman so easily? Isn't that amazing? What does he love her for?

Beautiful? Tsundere? Self willed? Lovely? Rude?

All kinds of doubts and affirmations in my mind collide strongly. At the door of the bedroom, I look at someone who is still in the bedroom with emotion and whose clothes hangers are all rattling. My eyes are dull.

With the change of clothes and pajamas, Rino turned into the bathroom.

Her steps are very big and quick. She doesn't look like a lady All the way to see her into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water came, and Feng Yimo walked in slowly. He sat on the small sofa in front of the bed to change clothes, and the rest of his eyes was still lost at the door of the bathroom:

she was really beautiful! Rude and lovely! Clever, likable, not good, not annoying!

Finally, Feng Yimo summed up one: no best, because she is good everywhere! He'll be happy with her! Angry, he is also happy!

Maybe he really has to fall in love with her! Fall in love with a woman who is not elegant, or even the kind of quiet and beautiful, soft voice and whisper, famous lady and lady in her dream! Except for the beauty, she seems that every one of them doesn't conform to her own settings, but suddenly, Feng Yimo realizes that no one can replace her!

When Rino walked out, he saw Feng Yimo sitting on the head of the bed, giggling, his alveoli exploding, and his cheeks bulging up:

hate to die, and build happiness on her pain?

He gave him a fierce gouge, and Rino went round him to the head of the bed.

Then he got up and took his pajamas to the bathroom.

Having figured it out, Feng Yimo suddenly felt very good. After a shower, I saw someone wrapped in a quilt and rolled himself into a silkworm chrysalis, and the angle of his lips raised a curve, so he walked slowly to the bed.

Lying down, he put a sticker on Rino.

Wriggling, Rino bowed again and shrank. The meaning of resistance was self-evident. He reached out and held her in front of him, but his good mood was completely unaffected.

Holding her tightly, she lowered her head and gave a soft kiss on her shoulder: ”little pear --”

shrunk her body, and Rino beat him: ”it doesn't count to talk! I won't talk to you! ”

He knew that she was quarreling with him, but Feng Yimo also knew that there was no compromise in the transfer. To give others a chance is to cut off one's own life!

So, his strength increased a few points, this sentence, he automatically skipped: ”what kind of wedding do you like?”

Suddenly, in a reflexive way, Rino's heart ached, and she was stunned. Time seemed to be still at this moment. All her resistance actions stopped, her head slowly moved out of the quilt, slowly turned back, and looked straight into his eyes: