The man with a cool deanor showed a gentle smile the mont she leapt towards him, like a sky full of stars, dazzling and bright.
His change was so noticeable that every woman present felt jealous.
Just like that, they were forcefully fed dog food, and they had to drink this bowl of dog food first!
Aww, they really wanted to beco Little Fatty!
They wanted to take her place!
To hug God Bo whenever they wanted, so indulgent!
To kiss whenever they wanted, so aweso!
However, this was all just wishful thinking.
Towards lovers, they always gave their sincere blessings, truly wishing they would end up together.
Tong Yan tiptoed and, in full view of everyone, kissed Bo Yimo on the lips, making a popping sound.
This was one of her rare monts of initiative, a gesture of thanks, feeling his affection but unsure of what to do, it seed only this could express her overwhelming gratitude and love.
It felt like she was loving him more and more.
The staff on site had expressions like this: (⊙ o ⊙) Ah!
They were caught off guard with dog food and rejected it.
Just monts ago, it had been a fierce, intense police and bandit drama, how did it suddenly turn into a love show full of pink bubbles?
However, rejection was futile; after one wave of dog food, countless more waves awaited.
Suddenly, a "bam!" sound ca from not far away, breaking the silence on set.
Everyone turned towards the sound, seeing Chu Bei standing there calmly, though sohow they felt an aggressive, pervasive chill emanating, with a shattered table beside him.
Chu Bei, shedding his previous wicked seductiveness, spoke expressionlessly, "This table’s quality isn’t good."
A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes, too glaring, it was really too glaring. If Bo Yimo didn’t exist, would Yanyan have done just that to him?
This was another masterpiece after the bed collapsed, author: Chu Bei.
Although they didn’t see how he did it, they inexplicably felt he was hard to provoke, so for a mont, no one dared to speak.
And Little Nine, standing in the corner, saw all this and pondered, Chu Bei really didn’t seem like an actor, perhaps there was sothing else he didn’t know?
Bo Yimo enjoyed her kiss, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Is my darling this passionate?"
Tong Yan remained silent, suddenly wanting to confess seriously but not knowing how to say it.
#Tong Xiaopang, who always sses up at critical monts#
Bo Yimo lowered his head, kissed her forehead tenderly and lingeringly, filled with gentleness, "Darling, if only you were as passionate at night."
Haha, she was wrong, she shouldn’t have taken the initiative, damn what was she doing kissing!
It’s so easy for the film emperor to take inches when given centiters; he’s the type to take advantage and then pretend to be innocent.
Tong Yan couldn’t help rolling her eyes, laughing twice under her breath, he didn’t say anything, and she heard nothing.
Those around them indicated for them to continue their lovey-dovey act, they could pretend they saw nothing.
That night, the air was cool as water, everything silent, the surroundings seed to fall into stillness, the hotel was quiet, as if everyone was in a deep sleep.
Just at this ti, a shadow slid down the pipes from the hallway, stopping on a certain floor, sticking to the wall and moving slowly forward, stopping in front of a certain room’s window, before silently leaping in.
This room was evidently Bo Yimo’s.
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