Chapter 217

The owl's face was so cold that he poured the emetic directly into his mouth, pinched her chin and opened her mouth. Bow down and put the emetic in her mouth.

What Yu an gave her to eat was fatal!

"Swallow it!" He ordered her.

It's disgusting and pungent to the mouth. It's too uncomfortable. White millet leaves muddleheaded to spit out, owl eyebrows a twist, cover her mouth, do not give her any chance. Her hands fluttered and she could not push him away. How disgusted is this man? She just wanted to drink water, he not only did not give her to drink, but also took so bad things to punish her! That glass of wine just now is not enough for him to vent his anger?

The hard liquid was forced to swallow, and before she could recover, the soft body was picked up by the man from the bed without pity, and was thrown into the bathroom and lying on the toilet.

"Spit it out!" The owl's voice is in my ear. It's still like that. Orders from above.

The emetic began to work. The white millet leaves only felt like the river in his stomach. After a while, the alcohol mixed with those messy drugs all vomited out. I don't know how long I vomited, and my whole stomach was empty. I felt like I had to spit out bile.

The owl looked at her like that, in the eye color floating a trace of intolerance, but, that share of intolerance, fleeting. Instead, it is more cruel.

Soft hearted to this woman is the last thing his owl should do!

So, ignoring her, he turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Panting for a long time, white millet leaves barely got up from the ground, flushed the toilet, and his hands were shaking. Although the stomach is uncomfortable, but the whole person is awake a lot.

This is the strength to start looking at where you are.

The bathroom is very big, the outside bedroom decoration is simple atmosphere, is his style. It looks like it's in his apartment. That's right. It's just that there is a picture on the wall that he didn't pick.

The white millet leaves take back their eyes, gargle with water, and pat their face again. The self in the mirror looks as if it is in a mess. Even her skirt is dirty.

It's so different from the white millet leaves ten years ago

So, is his owl disappointed again?

In front of the mirror, pull lips and smile, even if very hard to ignore, but still can not help the spread of bitterness in the bottom of my heart.

However, he was brought back by the owl and knew where he lived.

"Miss, this is the pajamas my husband asked me to prepare for you." Just then the servant came in and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Thank you." The white millet leaf astringes the mood, smiles slightly, holds that silk nightgown in the hand. She looked. It was a white silk nightgown. Women's, new, not even tag.

The girl who had seen at the wedding last time appeared in the sea of white millet leaf brain. She stopped the servant and asked, "this family Is there anyone else living besides the owl? "

"You mean Miss nallan?"

"Nalan." The white millet leaf chewed the two words, and then nodded, "yes, I mean Miss Naran. Does she live here, too? "

"Well." The servant nodded and said without concealment: "Miss Nalan is your husband's treasure. You can take it everywhere. If you live here, Miss Nalan will be here."

Baby

It turns out that they have lived together

It seems that the owl is as it always is - when you love someone, you really hate not telling the whole world. These paintings in the guest room were selected by the girl.

White millet leaves droop head to look at the pajamas in the hand, suddenly some chat up, and feel very boring. But in the end, he still nodded, "please help me. Thank you, Mr. and miss nallan."

He didn't refuse. He took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to have a bath. It seemed that the owl had really trained the girl well, and had the courage to take other women home while Miss nallan was still there.

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After taking a bath, white millet leaves feel much more comfortable. She looked for a hair dryer in her room, but she couldn't find it. She had to come out of the room.

Out of the room, only to see the corridor are also standing under the hands of the owl, the hall is still. His preventive work is really perfect. White millet leaves barefoot from upstairs, looking around, he found that even the windows here are bulletproof glass, the whole house is like a castle.

"What are you doing?" A cold voice came from above.

The owl squints and stares at the white shadow downstairs. blamed! Nalan's Nightgown is so short! It's on her, just under her pink hip. A pair of slender legs, completely exposed to the outside. She is still walking downstairs as if nothing happened, did not find that the eyes of men all over the room always look at her from time to time?

She's a goblin!

Ten ten goblins!

Ten years ago, why didn't he find this woman so good at seducing men?

"It's not easy to come into your house once, so you can visit it casually." Bai Suye looked up at him downstairs. He had just taken a bath and was dressed in a black robe. Under the light, his sharp and angular handsome face was even more resolute and cold. Standing there from a commanding position, clearly far away, it has made people have a huge sense of oppression."I thought I could see the hostess of this house, but now it seems that she is not here tonight."

The owl looked cold. Stride down from the upstairs, eyes have been satirical staring at her, "my owl's mistress when can everyone see?"

The sarcasm in his tone was very hurtful, but she seemed to be indifferent. A faint smile, "then you thank her pajamas for me. My clothes are already dry cleaned. I won't say hello to you when I leave

Bai Su ye said, side, around him, want to go upstairs. The sense of oppression from the owl is still so strong. She didn't want to spend more time with him. Just now she lost control of kissing him, I still remember very clearly, that is really bad!

But

After passing by his side, he was directly captured by the owl.

"Do you really think you can still come and go freely with my owl, and leave if you want?" Hold her arm with one hand and her hip with the other. Through the pajamas, but he still felt out, this damned woman, under the pajamas, there was nothing on!

Her hips are soft and curly, tight and compact. His hands were wide enough to hold her buttock flap with almost one hand.

The white millet leaf was obviously scalded by his hand, and his thin body trembled and tensed a little, but he just pretended to be calm, "do you want to keep me down? Even if I like it, the hostess of the house will not

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