Yin Mo sat in he Chen's arms, feeling his vigorous heartbeat. Three seconds later, he began to unbutton his shirt.

He Chen narrowed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair behind him. He joked thoughtfully: "baby, this place... Isn't suitable?"

Although he is wild, he is not regardless of occasion.

The most dissolute time was probably the day when I met Yin Mo for the first time.

He Chen didn't know how to think of the alley where she met in Idaho, and what he had done to her.

If he didn't fall in love, he just thought it was an insignificant affair.

But now... He Chen's heart is full of obscurity, unspeakable remorse and suffering.

He Chen, who has always played in the world, eventually began to worry that what he did at that time would make Yin Mo hate him.

He Chen closed his eyes and stopped Yin Mo's action eagerly. He asked her in a hoarse voice, "Captain Yin, do you know what you are doing?"

Yin Mo frowned, the palm of his left hand was still close to his chest, slightly stubborn to ask, "show me."

"So you want to see it?" He Chen's tone was not serious. He even rubbed her wrist against his chest. His behavior was frivolous and dissolute.

Even so, Yin Mo still stubbornly pulled his shirt, "you let go."

He Chen didn't move. He took a deep look at her and then let her do whatever she wanted.

Yin Mo pursed his lips. For fear that he Chen would regret it, he tugged at his collar and the buttons of his shirt burst open one after another.

He Chen rolled a Adam's apple, and his eyes were stained with a fire of desire. He leaned forward to kiss her, "baby, did you open the bow..."

Before he heard it, he noticed something was wrong.

At this time, the four buttons at the front of the man's shirt were all untied, the chest texture under the shirt was clear, and the abdominal muscles were evenly distributed further down the line of sight.

He Chen is a standard wide shoulder and narrow hip, every inch of muscle is full of smooth beauty and tension.

Under such beautiful scenery, Yin Mo's slightly trembling eyes stayed at the top of his left chest.

He Chen along her line of sight to see, suddenly close the left shirt, "small injury."

Yin Mo pushed his hand aside and opened the neckline again. She felt the raised irregular scar with her fingertips. It was light pink, which was a sign of the new wound healing soon.

"It's a knife wound." Yin mopingpu said directly. He touched his fingertips lightly and said with his brows tightly, "the tip of the knife goes into the meat and turns it half a circle clockwise, isn't it?"

He Chen didn't speak, but silence was acquiescence.

The reason why Yin Mo tore his clothes was that his palm accidentally touched the scar.

She touched the scar, tone calm and cold, "is he's hand?"

"Half and half." He Chen did not hide, holding her hand wrapped in the palm, "distressed?"

Yin Mo raised his eyelids and looked at him, seemingly calm eyes are covered with imperceptible gloom, "hands, dead?"

He Chen sighed, broke her face and twisted out of the window, "baby, beautiful scenery, it's a pity not to see it."

Yin Mo clapped his hand, moved back to his eyes and pulled his shirt, "I asked you if he was dead?"

He Chen leaned back heavily and said, "Yin Mo, I think you want me to die!"

To die of lust!

Her little hand was soft, and she felt it around his chest. Did she really think he was Liu Xiahui?

Yin Mo bit the corner of his mouth, pretending to stand up from his arms, "then I'll check myself."

I'm impressed.

He Chen helplessly encircled her waist and coaxed her gently: "I'm not dead yet, but I'm not far away from death. Are you satisfied?"

Yin Mo looked at him and nodded clearly, "I'll help you get revenge."

He Chen banged her cheek, buttoned her back and gave her a kiss. "I'll be angry with you sooner or later."

Yin Mo's thoughts and his completely not in the same channel, eyes always stick to his chest, with a kind of no distracting clean eyes staring at the scar, also don't know what to think.

He Chen's breathing is more and more heavy, simply close to her ear, low voice temptation: "so distressed words, you kiss it?"

Yin Mo's eyes twinkled twice, as if thinking about whether to kiss or not.

Then, he Chen first gave up the idea, encircled Yin Mo's waist, and put her on the next seat.

Fuck!

I can't kiss him. He's starting to hurt.

....

Five minutes later, they walked out of the ferris wheel hand in hand.

He Chen Junlang's eyebrows and eyes are a bit complicated. He looks at Yin Mo from time to time.

It's hard to imagine that in front of Yin Mo, he was impulsive like an unconscious boy.

Yin Mo's attraction to him was stronger than he thought.

She didn't have to do anything. Standing upright could arouse he Chen's most primitive desire.

This is a trait that no woman has.

Not long after, Yin Mo steps a meal, balk around, light voice said: "I go to a bathroom."

He Chenyang eyebrows, to the left side of the building nuzui, "go, don't run."

Yin Morong smiles at him and walks into the door of the bathroom. He takes out his cell phone and calls Li Qiao.

At the same time, Li Qiao is still in Yanhuang private hospital.

When she saw the caller ID, she slid down to answer, "second sister?"

Yin Mo didn't have any extra greetings. He said, "pretty, I remember you and Lao Wu developed a special medicine for wound healing at the border before. Do you still have it now?"

"Yes." Li Qiao narrowed her eyes and said, "who's hurt?"

Yin Mo licked the corner of his mouth, "not yet, but I want to keep it for reserve."

After a pause, Li Qiao shook her head and laughed, "tomorrow I'll let Wei ang bring it to you. Ten bottles will be enough?"

"It should be enough." Yin Moruo thought thoughtfully for a few seconds, "can that special medicine also eliminate scars?"

Li Qiao said yes.

Yin Mo unconsciously touched his right upper arm, "then... Give me 20 bottles."

Li Qiao

She would laugh or not to tease, "how many old wounds do you two have?"

Yin Mo "ah" a, "also not much, he has in front of the chest..."

Before she had finished, she shut her mouth in chagrin.

It seems to have exposed something.

Li Qiao didn't ask them all, but she said with a smile, "it seems that twenty bottles may not be enough. Xia Laowu's laboratory has recently developed a new type of trauma medicine. Let Wei ang bring it to you at that time. "

After thanking him, Yin hung up in a hurry.

In the ward, Li Qiao looks at her mobile phone and stares at Shang Yu standing in front of the window. "Second sister and brother Chen... Progress is quite fast."

The man leaned against the windowsill and stood up against the light with one hand. He hooked his thin lips and said, "do you like it?"

"Of course." Li Qiao put down her mobile phone, looked up at the man and said with a smile, "Yin Laoer is worth it."

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