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Milk has the effect of detoxification.

However, she felt dizzy more and more, and there was a kind of hot heat rubbing up in the body, like an ant crawled on the heart, began to bite her flesh, and the itch penetrated into the bone blood.

"Miss Shui, are you okay?" Huang Zeke asked with concern.

Shui Miaomiao endured secretly, with dense sweat beads on his forehead.

She glanced into his bowl.

He didn't eat anything.

No matter how dull, I know where he is under the medicine?

She couldn't wait for the milk to be delivered and had to leave immediately.

"I'm sorry, I'm uncomfortable, so I'll go first." Shui Miaomiao stood up reluctantly, propped her hands on the table, shook her head, and waited for Manager Huang to reply, turned around, and stumbled away.

"Miss Shui." Manager Huang immediately supported Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao pushed manager Huang away, his vision blurred, his feet soft, and he walked forward in a trance.

This feeling seems familiar.

Eight years ago, she was sent to a room in this way. In order not to enter the trap designed by others, she flipped out of the window and into another person's window.

Entangled, lingering.

The man supported her hips.

Strong impact.

Rooted again and again.

She cooperated, crazy, screaming.

Wake up, wait until the notorious, dark, love, family, friends, all lost overnight.

Despair, pain, like thorny vines entwining the once beating heart, puncturing the heart, injecting toxins, and pumping away all the blood she had warmed.

In the world, she is the only one left.

Huang Zeke followed, looking at her graceful figure, slender legs, and buttocks.

Even if she came to a relative, he also wanted to give her to Shen Mochen after use.

What's the difference between using it once and using it less?

Anyway, Shen Mochen was carrying it, he couldn't be in trouble.

Shui Miaomiao was getting weaker and weaker on his legs. He seemed to have a lot of money on his legs, leaned on the wall, slid down, squatted on the ground, and curled up.

Huang Zeke raised a cold smile and lifted Shui Miaomiao, said evilly: "I have booked a room upstairs and I will make you comfortable."

Shui Miaomiao pushed him, but he couldn't make any effort with his hands, but the demand became stronger and stronger.

Shui Miaomiao endured secretly, his forehead covered with dense sweat beads.

In another box

"Second brother, Shui Miaomiao is not right, the man lifted her to the elevator." Jiang Nanfeng had been watching, and turned back.

There was no shadow of Shen Mochen behind.

Jiang Nanfeng opened his mouth and hurried out.

Before Huang Zeke helped Shui Miaomiao to the elevator door, he saw Shen Mochen standing at the front desk, looking back, and his quiet and quiet eyes swept him indifferently.

Huang Zeke shuddered in his heart and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen, you just came. I was just about to send Miss Shui back. She seemed drunk."

Shen Mochen looked at Shui Miaomiao.

Shui Miaomiao looked at him for help. His eyes were half-squinted. The inside was red, with a mist of water, like a layer of tulle filled inside. He was short of breath, and his ruddy mouth was open.

She couldn't resist the strong feeling in her body, her heart was burning like fire, and her hot body was sweating.

Shen Mochen's fierce eyes crossed Huang Zeke, his whole body was cold, and he walked to Shui Miaomiao and asked, "Want me to take you?"

Shui Miaomiao subconsciously took Shen Mochen's arm and said with certainty: "Take me away!"

Shen Mochen smiled, just because of this sentence, he pushed all the entertainment over, it was worth it.