Chapter 1172 The Singer's Ex-Boyfriend Is a Cat (53)

Without taking two steps, the system was about to remind.

A hand has emerged from the dark corner and pulled her in.

She was pressed hard against the wall.

The light bulb here was broken, and in the darkness, the tall and slender figure of a man enveloped her.

She even smelled a faint smell of smoke.

Ou Jinmo smokes, but never smokes, because it will be smelled, which may collapse.

Bai Weiwei looked up in surprise, but saw that he lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes was a little cold, and even a little bit of anger.

"You're just standing there and being bullied?"

The system said, "He has been standing here just now. I forgot to tell you when I was reading Weibo."

Bai Weiwei expressed her understanding that the system is a stupid system and cannot be multitasked.

Her expression was still cold and indifferent, with a very delicate and gentle face.

There was never a good look for him.

When she thought that he was a cat, she smiled softly at him, coaxed him, fed him, and even didn't even want to die for him.

Why is the difference so big.

Ou Jinmo's mouth was bitter.

Bai Weiwei said indifferently: "She stole my song, I can only shrink, don't say she bullied me, who will help me, unless I really go to sleep with a gold master to bully back."

Ou Jinmo murmured dangerously, "Sleep on the gold master, is this what you really think?"

When he saw the black stuff, his eyes were red.

Although I don't believe it, but just imagining it, my heart is inexplicably pulled again.

He didn't like this feeling, the feeling of being pulled by Bai Weiwei.

Bai Weiwei's words simply added fuel to the fire.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, he almost forced, "Have you really had the idea of ​​sleeping with the gold master?"

It's been in the entertainment industry for a long time. She's good-looking, and it's easy to climb anyone's bed.

Ou Jinmo's eyes began to distort, and the cold shadow that had been hidden under the appearance of purity and beauty for many years began to spread.

The man was in the shadows, his eyes were terrifyingly sharp, and his delicate face was much colder.

Angels don't look like them anymore, they look like devils.

Bai Weiwei didn't seem to pay attention to his changes and didn't care much and said, "It's none of your business. Even if you sleep, you won't be able to sleep on your head."

Just finished speaking, a finger pressed her lips hard.

With enough force, she frowned in pain.

Then she heard an indifferent voice, and said coldly against her ear: "If you don't sleep, how do you know you can't sleep with me."

Bai Weiwei stiffened.

Almost in disbelief, her voice trembled.

"Ou Jinmo, let me go, I'm going to record the show."

Finally, I saw different fluctuations on her face.

A frightened expression is better than a polite and distant attitude.

Ou Jinmo's wickedness poured out at once, and he didn't even know that he had hidden so many terrible thoughts in his heart.

I've been pretending to be an angel for so long that I thought I was really a little angel.

Who knew there was a filthy swamp in his heart?

Ou Jinmo even felt relieved, because of this, he only showed it to her.

He actually believed her and wouldn't say it.

He smiled, the smile was not pure at all, and he noticed that she had been shrinking her neck, trying to resist his closeness.

Feel her trembling with fear.

"You said, I'm here to bite my teeth, and you can sit down for the black material of the gold master."

Bai Weiwei immediately retorted, "I didn't."

Ou Jinmo squinted his eyes, the amber in his pupils, with anger, turned out to be amazingly gorgeous.

"You can actually have..."

He paused, and then his tone became a little more serious.

"I just recently wanted to adopt a little singer who can sing, why don't you think about it."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

This person is set to collapse, no need to face.