Stolen Love

Read reminder: In "" or "read" can quickly find us Qimo looked down at the glass heart buried in his arms, just like an ostrich in his arms, thinking that hiding his head will be nothing, not hard to come by. The slight smile, still gently massage her around the wound on the chest, just angry, forgetting that even if I reduced the strength of my own hands, the glass heart can not afford it, the chest with the heart, although it is her I bumped myself up, but it was heavy, and I saw how bad the white face was.

I was very angry and couldn’t tell the anger. Since I was sitting on the house, my anger has not been shaped, not because I am good at control, but because there is really nothing that makes him feel happy and angry. Just now, he was really angry. Just because the heart of the glass lie to him, he couldn’t restrain the anger and rigorous interrogation. Qi Mo could not help but raise his eyebrows. This kind of emotion has long been violated.

The heart of the glass was massaged by the chest, and the pain was slightly relieved. I couldn’t help but blame myself. I knew that I had modified it and took it out. I was confused by the angry look of Qi Mo. I don’t know what to look for her. When things come out, they will steal things and become Qimo unlocking; they will drive the car and become the driver of Qimo; this will invade the system, it will not become a spy of Qimo, ah, the future is dim, worrying.

Telephone, communication, command... A series of things makes the small space extraordinarily lively, and can't be said to be lively, because several people are indifferent to their faces.

The glass heart saw that the topic was not on her. I couldn’t help but look up and hear the instructions of the Red Eagle. All of them were annihilated, killed, and swallowed a **** topic. I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows. I didn’t say a word, like this. Little things don’t have to be out of the way, it’s cool (the latest chapter).

The heart of the glass moved slightly, and the chest was not so painful. The hand of Qi Mo still massaged. I didn’t think so. Now I saw the red eagle sitting next to me, although I didn’t pay attention to it, but my face was red for a moment. Get up, quickly reach out and grab the hand of Qi Mo, whispered: "No pain."

Qi Mo slightly wrinkled his frown, Shen Sheng said: "Sit well." But if you don't listen to the heart of the glass, you still massage around the chest. He has more injuries than he understands. The later part of the gunshot wound will be better than the shot. It hurts, and he knows this clearly.

The heart of the glass couldn’t be bitten, and both hands held Qi Mo’s handcuffs: “Then you change my direction, I have a backache.” It’s been smothered by Qi Mo for a long time, and it’s not lying.

Qi Mo immediately impatiently snorted, but still changed hands to change the direction of the glass heart, toward the door, not facing the red eagle.

The heart of the glass is light and easy, and the massage in Qimo does not contain any other feelings. It is pure massage, so the heart of the glass will not feel any shyness. Sometimes it is a terrible thing to watch. The scenery outside the window, the glass heart suddenly said: "Where are we going there?"

"Airport." Qi Mo replied faintly.

The glass heart was happy and said: "We have to go back, don't have to stay in this ghost place?" I thought that I could go back to the American glass heart and couldn't stop being happy, because I could be trapped in the United States by the heart, they are Separate and go back there, the chance is better than the place where the fire is strong.

Qi Mo saw the glass heart instantly jumped up, there was no emotional ups and downs: "I don't have so much time to stay in one place. This time I personally came, I have given the biggest face in Southeast Asia, wasting my time (latest chapter) ""

The heart of the glass listened to this and couldn’t help but look at Qi Modao: “It’s really a waste of time for such a large piece of land.”

Qi Mo took a picture of the head of the glass heart slowly: "If this site is a poison business, then it will be, there is not much more to do other business, less than a lot, I am not in the eye. ”

The glass heart suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Why did you want this site in the first place?" Since it is a chicken rib, why did Qimo want this site?

Qi Mo's cool eyebrows said: "I don't use it in my hands. It doesn't mean it's useless in others. It's iron for me. It's diamond for some people. It's good to keep things in your hands. It is more useful to control the lifeblood of others than to directly confront him."

The heart of the glass couldn’t help but smack the mouth. This kind of thing is still a bit deep for her. The heart of the glass sees the cold color of the face. I can’t help but be happy with my previous decision. I don’t want to do anything. It is there to be free, no need to consider the site, the enemy, everything feels good.

As long as you find out how far you are, how far you can go, even if you go to Africa as a Tu, you are safer than black, black, ruined so many families, ruined so many forces, but just to control the right I have the power to threaten people. This is black. The heart of the glass can't help but reiterate its decision. Keeping away from the ink is to stay away from destruction, and close to Qimo is to destroy.

"Don't think about it, if you don't follow me in this generation, then go with the king." The cold words don't have a trace of affection, and you can hear the mixed anger inside.

The heart of the glass listened to the words of Qi Mo, and she was very surprised. She was very confident that her thoughts and thoughts had never been revealed on her face. It was not white mixed for so many years, and she would never let others see her thoughts. Why did the ink say this, suddenly looked up and slammed on the two sides: "Qi boss, I have no other ideas."

Qi Mo's cold smile, provoked the chin of the glass heart, cold and cold: "Your set does not work for me. If I can't see this, I don't know how many times I died."

In the moment, the glass heart only feels that cold sweat has emerged. Is this Qi Mo or God? In the eyes, it was calm and waveless, and there was no change in the look on the face.

Qi Mo slowly sketched out a cruel smile, touched the back of the glass heart and said: "Remember, don't lie to me, don't fake me, or you will lose yourself." The icy voice does not carry any trace of emotion, but it can be felt that there is a strong threat inside.

The heart of the glass can't be buried, and the ink is strong and overbearing, but its own intentions are also very obvious. To save people, to leave, there is time. Let us consume it.

"If you blow it up, you can transfer the original villa people back to Europe. What do you do?" The glass heart buried in the head listened to the indifference of the red eagle, and could not help but tremble slightly. The eyes are so big, the big handwriting, so the luxury villa is so bombed, extravagant, and there are means, this should be the means that Qi Mo said, although she does not know what role.

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