Am I mistaken for the heroine? ! "
"He Junle is the real heroine?!"
156.
My name is He Junle, and I have felt a burning gaze on me since just now.
I kind of want to call the police.
156.5
God knows how much He Junle doesn't want to use such an ambiguous and disgusting word as "hot" - especially when it is aimed at himself,
But really, he couldn't have found a better word for that line of sight.
When the last beautiful girl bid farewell to him with tears, a black shadow flashed in front of He Junle like an eagle—
Before his brain, still dazed by the fever, could react—
The man clasped his shoulders tightly and pushed him hard into the soft cushion of the hospital bed.
The veins on He Junle's face were throbbing: "Why are you crazy?"
157.
Murong Jihua suppressed He Junle to death, his lips outlined a mean line, and said in what he thought was the most domineering and evil tone since he crossed over:
"Woman, how dare you lie to me, huh?"
158.
"..."
He Junle's eyes narrowed slightly, not concealing the terrifying murderous look in it:
"You, call, Lao Tzu, what?"
"Stop pretending!"
Murong Jihua turned a deaf ear:
"Even this young master has been lied to by you for so long, is it so unacceptable for you to be yourself, huh
If Su Xiaomo hadn't told me, how long are you going to keep it a secret, a month, a year, or a lifetime? "
159.
He Junle wanted to make a move, but his wrist was tightly tied to his waist. He could only calm down and gather strength, and swallowed the words that he almost blurted out to greet the eighteenth generation of the other party's ancestors, saying:
"… tell you what?"
"Actually, He Junle, you are a girl!!!!"
160.
Is it a girl...
girl...
girl...
kid...
Bar…
…
161.
He Junle, eighteen years old, the leader of the rising star gangster in the North District, a well-known delinquent boy and girl killer.
Most importantly, gender male.
For the first time today, I was told by a man that it was a girl.
That man is still his rival in love.
162.
He Junle's pupils lost consciousness for an instant. Due to the severe blow, his consciousness was emptied on the spot, and his whole body was like a marionette whose soul had been emptied—
In the eyes of Murong Jihua, this is a clear proof of He Junle's guilty conscience.
So he stretched out his slender fingers with sharp knuckles, and while He Junle was not paying attention, he directly poked into He Junle's loose shirt:
"Admit it? I have to say that your acting skills are indeed top-notch. You can even imitate the false sounds so perfectly. It's a pity that you don't want to pretend anymore—"
The smooth and cold skin is flat and perfect, except that it is not as soft as Murong Jihua imagined.
"... Flat chested."
Murong Jihua's "evil smile":
"It's okay, woman, if you have a book, rub it, you will soon... poof!"
163.
Accompanied by the severe pain from the abdomen, Murong Jihua flew down like a meteor, falling from the head of the bed to the bottom of the bed.
He Junle's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his handsome facial features were almost distorted, and his whole body exuded a hell-like evil spirit.
The long legs kept kicking people to the ground, with a bad breath in his chest, He Junle swore that he had never wanted to kill someone like today.
164.
He almost gritted his teeth:
"M-Rong-Ji-Hua-"
"I XX you XX!!!!!!"
big and enough
165.
Ben Shao was kicked.
166.
Thinking about it with his toes, Murong Jihua can understand what kind of anti-personality posture he is in now - being kicked off the bed.
But!
So what? !
"Girl, it's pretty wild."
Murong Jihua half-kneeled on the clean floor, stroking his colic abdomen with one hand, and raised the other hand to wipe the bright red corners of his lips that didn't exist.
167.
Is this—is it actually a strong female novel with a silly title ten years ago
Hold up, hold up! I was so excited just now that the "heroine" had the opportunity to break through the protective shield of my Iron Man! This time I'm ready-
Never capsize in the gutter again!
167.5
Although he didn't want to admit it, when he "discovered" that He Junle was the real heroine, Murong Jihua's long-suppressed heart was full of hot passion and fighting spirit.
His full belly was more like a flood that was about to open the floodgates, he completely lost the coyness he had when facing Su Xiaomo, he could almost feel the sweet words between his lips and teeth ready to come out—
In love with a wild horse, and I have prairie at home.
A real man should be aggressive!
168.
boom!
"BOSS! Are you okay? We heard a lot of movement inside—huh?"
168.5
Pushing open the door and entering, dusty and exhausted, Cui Guanshi and the five reckless bodyguards behind him: ... ... ...
Murong Jihua regained his fighting spirit and got on the bed with He Junle: ...
Just after finishing charging, he raised his long legs and slammed on Murong Jihua's shoulder again, He Junle: ... ... ...
169.
The warm sun is slightly drunk, the love is deep, and Luo Chang is lightly relieved.
The handsome and golden perfect male god, who has been struggling in the vortex of love and love for a long time, can't resist the original heart throbbing, and hugs the one he loves tightly in this sweet afternoon.
Picking up the long legs hanging from the shoulders, the messy and beautiful white shirt, and the transparent pale young body—
It was all that Cui Guanshi's retina captured within 0.5 seconds after he pushed the door open.
Of course, there is no shortage of derivative content that he thinks he has made up in his brain.
169.5
"I'm sorry, master. I interrupted you."
The door slammed shut.
Murong Jihua: "... quite obedient."
He Junle: "..."
170.
He Junle: "Come with me!!"
He Junle really "turned into anger from embarrassment", and Murong Jihua could clearly hear his heavy breathing and vague trembling of his throat.
"It's so handsome..."
"The throat must be very uncomfortable, the female voice is false."
From top to bottom, Murong Jihua thought in a mess.
As if wanting to cut off President Murong's self-strategy as soon as possible, He Junle kicked him hard on the right shoulder. This time, Mr. President was already prepared, but he just shook his upper body slightly, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he couldn't stop talking—
He Junle didn't give him a chance to speak.
With a dull murderous look, he escaped from Murong Jihua's oppression with a sweep of his long legs, jumped off the bed, took Murong Jihua's hand and left.
Good A girl.
His hand is cold and strong, but at this moment Murong Jihua's senses are like a piece of iron.
171.
Very hot.
172.
"Hey-he, Junle, Junle, please slow down, it's not so strong-"
"Shut up."
Steward Cui and the bodyguards who were squatting at the door waiting for orders hadn't recovered from the blow of "BOSS wants to applaud for love with a man", they greeted us in the third "bang" of the door of the ward.
Good friends, hand in hand, forever
172.5
He Junle with low air pressure dragged Murong Jihua with high air pressure, and walked towards the toilet with black air all over his body.
Bodyguard A: My lord, shall we follow
Cui Guanshi: What are you doing, listen to the corner, do you still want your job
173.
Murong Jihua watched helplessly as He Junle pulled him into the men's toilet, his face burned, his throat rolled, he stared at He Junle but couldn't say a word of reminder.
He Junle obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he just opened a compartment and dragged Murong Jihua in, and while Murong Jihua was blushing and thinking about it, he untied his trouser chain on the spot.
"hiss-"
Murong Jihua clenched his back teeth, his palms were dripping with sweat.
174.
Develop so fast
I'm not ready yet!
What should a domineering president do? Just take off your pants
"Heh... baby, don't be in such a hurry, we're coming to Japan—"
Murong Jihua's voice stopped abruptly.
175.
He Junle grabbed his hand and led it directly into—
"..."
"..."
The smile froze, and Murong Jihua rubbed it unwillingly.
"..."
"..."
oh.
176.
boom-
Bang—
when-
Boom! !
Poor Guanshi Cui, his little heart has not been relieved from a kind of throbbing, but it was squeezed tightly by another thing that happened beyond common sense.
"I'm X, Cui Guanshi, are you f*cking there, please come out to me!"
President Murong, who was still covered in pink bubbles just now, ran out of the toilet in a hurry. One foot was still stuck in the foam plastic board used to baffle the toilet cubicle, and the hostility all over his body was so thick that it was suffocating, almost turning into a solid body.
His upper body and chest heaved violently, and the elegance and domineeringness of the past disappeared. When he aimed at the shivering Cui Guanshi, he unceremoniously pointed his finger at his nose:
177.
"Now, right now, right now!
Let me withdraw the shares in this hospital! "
Point · hand · pao
178.
Heh, man.
Cui Guanshi was very loyal to bear all the pressure from the president, which gave the bodyguards behind him time to exchange glances with each other—
They all caught a glimpse of understanding from each other's expressions.
And a touch of banter and playfulness that is hidden tightly.
179.
"What happened to them in there?"
"Who knows, it must be nothing good. Let me just say, how could the young master really be with a man—"
"From the beginning to the end, tsk tsk tsk, man, the young master is no exception."
"It won't implicate us, will it?"
"There is Cui Guanshi on top, so it's okay to be okay."
The brain waves of the subordinates behind him were exchanging with each other fieryly, Cui Guanshi was about to bite his silver teeth into pieces.