Crying Bag Love Guide

Fei Yu was indifferent, but now he is like this.

This feeling is very wrong.

He wrinkled his brows, his complexion was slightly stagnant, and his pupils were slightly smaller than those of ordinary people.

The face that was originally indifferent was even harder, and even a little more anxious that he hadn't noticed.

Luo Shao didn't know that Fei Yu had so many psychological activities on the opposite side. The clothes he wore today was a hoodie, loose and casual, and he seemed to be small.

Seeing that Fei Yu hadn't spoken for a long while, inexplicably weak, he wanted to apologize again while entangled, but the man in front of him suddenly lifted the hat behind his collar and vigorously covered his head.

Luo Shao had a small skeleton and a small head. A hood was buttoned down, covering most of his face, just covering the tears on his face.

Fei Yu pressed his head with one hand, his arm pressed against the back of Luo Shao’s neck, one arm buckled Luo Shao in his arms, then dragged him into the unmanned elevator next to him, and directly pressed the parking lot. Floor.

Of course it is impossible for the two of them to make such a big move without being discovered. The passers-by who hadn't paid attention to them could not help but look more.

It's just that Luo Shao's face was tightly shrouded under the brim of his hat, and outsiders didn't even see it at all. But looking at Fei Yu's tough posture, they thought they were going to fight, and the few looked at each other, but they didn't dare to stop them.

And Luo Luo was completely confused by Fei Yu's movements, Fei Yu's hot breath was on his head, and his breath was full of the soapy scent of Fei Yu's laundry detergent, like a hot warm sun.

He could only see Fei Yu's chest and the narrow vision between the brim of the hat and Fei Yu's figure.

Luo Shao had no place to put his hands, so he could only put his hands on Fei Yu's arm, until Fei Yu pressed his head to the basement, and was roughly torn apart by the back collar of the opponent.

Before he lifted the hood with his head buttoned, the cold voice of the man in front of him was heard over his head, "Luomeng, what are you going to do?"

Luo Shao quickly removed his hat, but when he raised his head, he met the man's icy gaze, like the icy edge between the cliffs. The cold wind blew by, and it might break and pierce the heart and lungs at any time.

Luo Shao ran into his line of sight and couldn't help shaking twice, frightened.

But his silence made Fei Yu even more irritable. The man looked at his crying face covered with tears, crystal tears rolled on the corners of his lips, and his red lips were moistened with water. The feeling of irritability is even worse.

Fei Yu became more itchy anxiously because of this uncontrollable reaction, and he wanted to find a sandbag to beat him violently.

"Don't cry!" He raised his voice, his voice full of paranoia and gloom.

Luo Shao nodded madly, and couldn't help shivering in fright. He didn't want to cry, but his reaction was a physical reaction, and he couldn't stop it at all!

Luo Shao wanted to explain his physical problems to Fei Yu, but then he felt his cheeks tighten. Fei Yu held his face with his right hand, and his thumb was separated from the four fingers. Forced to pout.

The uncooked teardrops wetted the red lips, making the little mouth look like a strawberry moistened with a layer of rock sugar juice.

"Except for Niang Pao, it's still a crying bag." Fei Yu said to himself, pinching Luo Luo's cheek and lifting it up, forcing him to look straight at him, stepping forward with his left leg for half a step, lowering his upper body to look at him, the corner of his mouth Arousing a sharp arc, he deliberately lowered his voice to scare him: "What script is written for the crying package? Is Meng Jiangnu crying on the Great Wall?"

The distance between the two was especially close because of Fei Yu's initiative to draw closer. Fei Yu's pair of yin bird eyes were only a few punches away from Luo Shao.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to death by Fei Yu's eyes.

But Luo Shao is the creator of this world story, not to mention Fei Yu in front of him, he still fits his mind completely. Although Luo Shao is afraid of Fei Yu's personality setting, he is more interested in Fei Yu's appearance.

So he stared at Fei Yu for a long time without looking away.

Fei Yu looked at the miserable boy in front of him, his eyes darkening.

The facial features of the juvenile are clearly like finely crafted jade, which can be integrated together to become a strong color. The rising peach eyes are pure and charming, and the wet eyes are all misted with water. Especially the red lips, although small, but rich and full, especially with crystal clear tears.

Fei Yu looked around and realized that he wanted to make him cry harder.

But then he couldn't help but wonder whether the boy in front of him wanted to seduce him?

Obviously, when facing other people before, they all looked like a squeaky posture.

When he got here, he was blushing and panting, and now he was crying.

In Fei Yu's mind, this idea quickly changed from speculation to a certainty. Fei Yu's eyes changed a few times when he watched Luo Shao, and finally put away the left leg that was stuck between Luo Shao's legs, and took a step back to withdraw his hand.

As a result, Luo Shao took the initiative to hold back: "Don't go!"

Luo Shao was anxious: You are the standard partner in my dreams, and the only familiar plot character so far.

Fei Yu was amused by his actions, but the corners of his mouth were filled with uncertain coldness. Sure enough, he thought that Luo Meng wanted to seduce him, so he looked up and down at the other person, and he wanted to say something to mock him, but then he saw the crying bag in front of him staring at him with wide eyes, and then—

Hiccups.

Fei Yu suddenly frowned his eyebrows, his eyes squinted slightly, and the tails of his eyes flew up with the water phoenix eyes, and a surly breath suddenly appeared. He was close to Luo Shao again, a strong figure that was a bit taller than Luo Shao, allowing him to cast a shadow on the opponent that was enough to cover the opponent's body, with a sense of invading and powerful.

"Why are you crying again?" Fei Yu leaned close to him, "You didn't want to pull me? Why are you crying?"

The man's encroaching aura rushed to the bottom of his heart from the cells of Luo Lu's whole body, and he couldn't help but shiver with excitement.

Fei Yu sneered coldly, and Luo Shao's body shook even more.

Fei Yu is wearing a pure black casual outfit today. The leather coat is cold and rich in texture. It looks even colder in the not bright lights of the underground garage.

He saw Luo Shao shaking, tilted his head, leaned close to Luo Shao's ear, and the heat of talking sprayed on the side of his face, not only did not make people feel warm, but it was like being stabbed by a needle.

Luo Shao always felt that in the next second, a man would bite off his ear.

I was so scared that I couldn't help closing my eyes.

But the blush on his face is even worse.

Just when Fei Yu pinched his chin and lifted it up again, forcing Luo Shao to look up and look at him.

Luo Shao finally couldn't hold on, "Wow" he cried loudly.

He actually didn't want to cry, but the tear ducts couldn't help it. Fei Yu's looks, the appearance, the proportions of his legs, and his figure are really so exciting for him.

People who fit his mind completely can't be rejected at all.

But I was scared again.

This kind of contradictory and eager mood made him so hot that his whole body was soaring, and Luo Shao felt that his brain was burning and dizzy. In a trance, even the main story line was messed up, and the time line was messed up in his mind.

Fei Yu just watched, crying out of breath in front of him.

Luo Shao was crying so realistically, Fei Yu's throat floated up and down, the hand holding Luo Shao's chin was let go, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

What are you doing, touch porcelain?

But before he had time to speak, the crying bag in front of him whimpered and whispered: "Brother, brother, I know you like Lin Feng! But the two attacks will not result in good results, or we should be together."

After crying, Bao Bao cried and hiccuped, and added a sentence with a nasal sound: "I'm very good."

Fei Yumei raised his eyebrows: "..."

Is Lao Tzu being molested?

But this crying bag, Xiao Niang Pao, seemed more interesting than he thought.

But when did he like Lin Feng?

Fei Yu recalled Lin Feng, who had just met several times, and almost laughed.

Who would like that Erha who has only one face with well-developed limbs?

Demon King Fei tilted his head and thought, and even slightly reduced his previous disdain.

When you speak, you must continue to say: "Why do you want to be with—" I am together, do you like me?

But before that sentence was said, there was a sound of "lacha" in the silent garage.

Fei Yu turned his head abruptly and looked around. There were no people in the quiet parking lot around him.

Fei Yu's expression instantly turned ugly.

Damn, he was careless!

Fei Yu got used to being arrogant and didn't want to admit that it was because the crying bag in front of him was so fun, that he had forgotten that the parking lot was most likely to be secretly photographed.

Luo Shao was still in the natural reaction of his body, his lower body was hot and uncomfortable, his face rose red and faint, his eyes were tearful and his breathing was rapid, and he didn't hear the sound just now.

He only felt that Fei Yu suddenly let go of him, but did not pull the distance between the two, but closed his hood again to cover his face, and then pressed his head against the wall and walked forward.

Luo Shao had a small face and a small head. He was covered by a hood. He couldn't see the road at all. He could only be carried by Fei Yu's arms. His footsteps were soft and he seemed to be floating when he walked.

Fei Yu was also upset at the beginning because of thinking about being secretly photographed. After taking two steps with the crying bag, his thoughts were taken away.

The crying bag is too light.

It's so light, don't just rub it casually in your arms.

As soon as Fei Yu's thought came out, his teeth were itchy by his own soreness, and he didn't want to think about it with a cold face.

When he took Luo Shao to walk to his convertible sports car, he leaned over and picked up the crying bag, put his arm under the opponent's knee, picked up his princess, and stuffed it in from the top of the car door.

Then he turned over and jumped into the driver's seat, started the sports car and started to turn the front of the car.

At the same time, I did not forget to speak sternly to the little crying bag who was about to sit up straight and tidy his hood, sharp tiger teeth looming between his lips:

"Dare to show your face, I will open the door and throw you on the road."

Luo Shao's hand that touched the brim of his hat stopped immediately, and withdrew his hand awkwardly. He was put in the passenger seat by Fei Yu. The chassis of the sports car was low and the door was low. In order to prevent others from seeing his face, Luo Luo could only lower his head desperately.

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