Naughty Reborn Cute Wife

Under the action of drugs, Song Qing's hot spot is like a spark, while Luo Luo's hands are heavy, hitting the key point one after another

He's going to be beaten by the devil! !

in the practice room, the screams and wails of men and the cries of pain are intertwined.

It can be described as extremely tragic.

It seems that he is tired. Luo Luo gets up, moves his wrist and looks at the time display on his mobile phone.

Well, it's almost there.

Luo Luo took away the foot that stepped on Song Qing.

This is tired to let go of yourself?

Song Qing was secretly happy.

But at this time, Luo Luo's scallion white and tender hands directly pulled open his collar.

"Tearing -"

the sound of tearing silk rings out.

Several pearl buttons tumbled to the ground.

What is she going to do?

Song Qing half dead lying on the ground, body pain somewhere, he is half a word can't say.

In Song Qing's strange eyes, Luo Luo crumples her neat ponytail into a bird's nest. Finally, she picks up a metal object from the dance studio and walks towards him step by step.

This is, to kill?

Song Qing's face was blue with fear. He trembled: "aunt Oh no, Dad no Give me a break! "

Luo Luo continued to approach him with a casual smile.

Just when Song Qing thought that the metal object would hit him mercilessly in the next second, he closed his eyes with fright -

"bang -"

"bang Dang -"

the expected pain did not come, and Song Qing shivered and opened his eyes.

But I saw that the female devil had smashed things directly on her forehead!

The dazzling bloodstain slowly slid down her white and delicate forehead, which looked startling.

Is it that the female demons always beat themselves when their hair goes crazy?

At the moment, Song Qing's brain is a "I kill your father" expression bag with a gun to his forehead. "

Are they all so ferocious now?

Song Qing was scared to pee.

The door of the dance room was kicked open before I could react from the muddled mood.

When Mo lengqing and his assistant came to the dance room, they saw a scene like this:

the dance room was in a mess. The slide showed a dancing video of a square dancing lady that had been played by a company, and several spam advertising messages were floating.

The so-called dance teacher half dead lying on the ground, extremely painful curled up body, covering his lower body somewhere.

And the little thing has his arms around his chest, his head in his knees, and he shrinks in the corner.

When she went out, her neatly combed ponytail was torn open, and a few strands of long hair fell awkwardly on her shoulders. The neckline of her skirt was torn open, revealing her creamy neck and a small round shoulder. Her sleeve was stained with blood, and her little body was trembling because of crying.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

As a man, Mo lengqing certainly knows what this scene means.

His jaw line was taut, and there was anger leaping and burning at the bottom of the deep cold pool.

The temperature around suddenly dropped more than ten degrees centigrade.

Song Qing's body shivered with cold.

Mo lengqing step by step toward Luo Luo, he rubbed the girl's messy hair top, the voice of the export is a little dry: "I'm late."

"Wu Wu Wu..." The girl's cerebellar pouch is lifted up, and the first thing that catches the eye of Mo lengqing is a pair of crying red apricot eyes.