Chapter 647
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"What are you doing?"
Yan Bing's hoarse voice suddenly became tense.
He was so drunk that his sight was dim. He could only see what Luo Zhiying was holding on his fingertips and throwing the things on his fingertips into the glass of water.
Luo Zhiying smiles at his speech and looks charming and moving. His voice is very sweet: "Uncle Yan won't listen to me, so I can only do it first."
She shakes the water cup, so that the medicine inside the water completely melts in the water. Then she steps on high-heeled shoes, elegant and enchanting, and sits in front of Yan Bing.
Her face was full of laughter, and her eyes were full of deep meaning, "Uncle Yan really won't go back to America with me to film?"
“……”
"What a pity." Luo Zhiying sighed softly. Her voice was extremely regretful. She played with the curly hair that hung down on her chest, and her lips curled up a charming radian. "I don't want to do this either. But now that the matter has come to an end, it seems that uncle Yan will not listen to me
she leaned down, and pinched yanpin's chin with her slender finger painted with bright red nail polish, and cooled her breath towards Yan Bing.
Said, on the hand that cup of water against Yan Bing's lips, forced him to give him that cup of water to feed down.
Although Yan Bing was drunk and had no strength, she was still a man. After all, she tried her best to drink the water for him. Instead, she poured out half of it. Luo Zhiying released her hand and stood beside the bed. Her smile faded slowly and her eyes darkened.
"You are What do you want to do? " Yan Bing sat up from the bed with his body propped up. His dizziness was so severe that he didn't even have the strength to push away Luo Zhiying for three days.
He didn't think Luo Zhiying really dared to murder him, but the medicine she put into the glass of water still gave him a sense of foreboding.
"Nothing. I just want to give you something to eat." Luo Zhiying's tone was light, with a few minutes of indifference. She took a look at the only half cup of water left in her hand. "This medicine I finally brought in from the customs, can't let you waste it. Uncle Yan, do you take the initiative to drink, or should I feed you? Don't waste our time on each other, will you
Yan Bing raised a hand to support his forehead, and his voice was tense: "Luo Zhiying, you are looking for death!"
"Yes, yes. I just want to die. " She laughed and didn't care, "who called Uncle Yan so heartless? Anyway, I've served you for five years, and you haven't raised your own. Even if I'm fake, what does it mean to you? "
Yan Bing was blackened by her shameless words and deeds. The next second, he saw Luo Zhiying raise his hand and drink the water on the handle. He was stunned. Luo Zhiying had bent down and pinched his chin with force and poured the saliva in.
Luo Zhiying's actions made Yanbing stiff. When he reflected that he wanted to spit out the water, Luo Zhiying raised his hand and hit him in the abdomen. Luo Zhiying was strong enough to practice boxing. Although his strength was not as strong as that of men, he still made Yanbing fall back to bed, and the saliva was swallowed by him.
After all this, Luo Zhiying didn't care about Yan Bing who was in bed. She took a camera out of her bag, opened it and put it on the bedside table. The lens was facing the bed.
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"What are you doing?"
Yan Bing's hoarse voice suddenly became tense.
He was so drunk that his sight was dim. He could only see what Luo Zhiying was holding on his fingertips and throwing the things on his fingertips into the glass of water.
Luo Zhiying smiles at his speech and looks charming and moving. His voice is very sweet: "Uncle Yan won't listen to me, so I can only do it first."
She shakes the water cup, so that the medicine inside the water completely melts in the water. Then she steps on high-heeled shoes, elegant and enchanting, and sits in front of Yan Bing.
Her face was full of laughter, and her eyes were full of deep meaning, "Uncle Yan really won't go back to America with me to film?"
“……”
"What a pity." Luo Zhiying sighed softly. Her voice was extremely regretful. She played with the curly hair that hung down on her chest, and her lips curled up a charming radian. "I don't want to do this either. But now that the matter has come to an end, it seems that uncle Yan will not listen to me
she leaned down, and pinched yanpin's chin with her slender finger painted with bright red nail polish, and cooled her breath towards Yan Bing.
Said, on the hand that cup of water against Yan Bing's lips, forced him to give him that cup of water to feed down.
Although Yan Bing was drunk and had no strength, she was still a man. After all, she tried her best to drink the water for him. Instead, she poured out half of it. Luo Zhiying released her hand and stood beside the bed. Her smile faded slowly and her eyes darkened.
"You are What do you want to do? " Yan Bing sat up from the bed with his body propped up. His dizziness was so severe that he didn't even have the strength to push away Luo Zhiying for three days.
He didn't think Luo Zhiying really dared to murder him, but the medicine she put into the glass of water still gave him a sense of foreboding.
"Nothing. I just want to give you something to eat." Luo Zhiying's tone was light, with a few minutes of indifference. She took a look at the only half cup of water left in her hand. "This medicine I finally brought in from the customs, can't let you waste it. Uncle Yan, do you take the initiative to drink, or should I feed you? Don't waste our time on each other, will you
Yan Bing raised a hand to support his forehead, and his voice was tense: "Luo Zhiying, you are looking for death!"
"Yes, yes. I just want to die. " She laughed and didn't care, "who called Uncle Yan so heartless? Anyway, I've served you for five years, and you haven't raised your own. Even if I'm fake, what does it mean to you? "
Yan Bing was blackened by her shameless words and deeds. The next second, he saw Luo Zhiying raise his hand and drink the water on the handle. He was stunned. Luo Zhiying had bent down and pinched his chin with force and poured the saliva in.
Luo Zhiying's actions made Yanbing stiff. When he reflected that he wanted to spit out the water, Luo Zhiying raised his hand and hit him in the abdomen. Luo Zhiying was strong enough to practice boxing. Although his strength was not as strong as that of men, he still made Yanbing fall back to bed, and the saliva was swallowed by him.
After all this, Luo Zhiying didn't care about Yan Bing who was in bed. She took a camera out of her bag, opened it and put it on the bedside table. The lens was facing the bed.
"What are you doing?" Yan Bing's hoarse voice suddenly became tense. He was so drunk that his sight was dim. He could only see what Luo Zhiying was holding on his fingertips and throwing the things on his fingertips into the glass of water. Luo Zhiying smiles at his speech and looks charming and moving. His voice is very sweet: "Uncle Yan won't listen to me, so I can only do it first." She shakes the water cup, so that the medicine inside the water completely melts in the water. Then she steps on high-heeled shoes, elegant and enchanting, and sits in front of Yan Bing. Her face was full of laughter, and her eyes were full of deep meaning, "Uncle Yan really won't go back to America with me to film?" "What a pity." Luo Zhiying sighed softly. Her voice was extremely regretful. She played with the curly hair that hung down on her chest, and her lips curled up a charming radian. "I don't want to do this either. But now that the matter has come to an end, it seems that uncle Yan will not listen to me she leaned down, and pinched yanpin's chin with her slender finger painted with bright red nail polish, and cooled her breath towards Yan Bing. Said, on the hand that cup of water against Yan Bing's lips, forced him to give him that cup of water to feed down. Although Yan Bing was drunk and had no strength, she was still a man. After all, she tried her best to drink the water for him. Instead, she poured out half of it. Luo Zhiying released her hand and stood beside the bed. Her smile faded slowly and her eyes darkened. "You are What do you want to do? " Yan Bing sat up from the bed with his body propped up. His dizziness was so severe that he didn't even have the strength to push away Luo Zhiying for three days. He didn't think Luo Zhiying really dared to murder him, but the medicine she put into the glass of water still gave him a sense of foreboding. "Nothing. I just want to give you something to eat." Luo Zhiying's tone was light, with a few minutes of indifference. She took a look at the only half cup of water left in her hand. "This medicine I finally brought in from the customs, can't let you waste it. Uncle Yan, do you take the initiative to drink, or should I feed you? Don't waste our time on each other, will you Yan Bing raised a hand to support his forehead, and his voice was tense: "Luo Zhiying, you are looking for death!" "Yes, yes. I just want to die. " She laughed and didn't care, "who called Uncle Yan so heartless? Anyway, I've served you for five years, and you haven't raised your own. Even if I'm fake, what does it mean to you? " Yan Bing was blackened by her shameless words and deeds. The next second, he saw Luo Zhiying raise his hand and drink the water on the handle. He was stunned. Luo Zhiying had bent down and pinched his chin with force and poured the saliva in. Luo Zhiying's actions made Yanbing stiff. When he reflected that he wanted to spit out the water, Luo Zhiying raised his hand and hit him in the abdomen. Luo Zhiying was strong enough to practice boxing. Although his strength was not as strong as that of men, he still made Yanbing fall back to bed, and the saliva was swallowed by him. After all this, Luo Zhiying didn't care about Yan Bing who was in bed. She took a camera out of her bag, opened it and put it on the bedside table. The lens was facing the bed.
