Cold and sweet novels in Mo Ye

Cold and sweet novel on a dark night: cold and sweet on a dark night.

The author of the novel "Cold and Fragrant Sunset on a Mo Night" is an online author "No Tomorrow". Details of the novel: She hooked up with him more and more, so she threw away her mobile phone and killed a bottle of beer directly. He knew that girl wouldn't come. She was so nice and soft, and now the night is like a ghost. How dare she come? I just didn't expect her to play a joke on him. This is refreshing his cognition.

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Sweet Sunseeker was killed by her suitor Mo Qing, who lost his mind at his study abroad party.

Everyone in the hotel box ran away in fright, and she was the only one lying on the floor miserably, her bare skin getting paler and paler in the light.

How can the ink night cold come?

At the moment when Mo Hanye entered the box, her legs and feet went limp instantly, and she knelt on the ground trembling, struggling to climb to the side of Xiang Sunseeker, and took off the white brand-name shirt specially bought to see her and wrapped her body.

Picked her up trembling.

Xiang Sunseeker was motionless, and his cold body made his heart seem to be abruptly cut off, so that he could no longer beat in pain.

"I'm late, little princess. I didn't protect you. " The dark night is cold and hoarse.

The girl in my arms is so beautiful that she smiles like a little sun, so warm that people can't help approaching.

Even people who are so dark and on the verge of the abyss can't keep their eyes off her and secretly look at her. At the moment of eye contact, she will smile at him, but a shallow smile is enough to warm his cold and gloomy heart.

Men's eyes are fixed on two paternity tests: Huo and Huo, who violate the genetic law and deny the paternity. Huo and Huo conform to the genetic law and affirm the parent-child relationship.

Sliding the world!

He, Huo's wife He, gave birth to twins, and his biological father is not the only one! Hands smoking, shaking all over.

The lighter burned his fingertips several times and he didn't feel anything. Soon, all the cigarettes were smoked.

In the smoke, his eyes were always staring at the appraisal book, and the whole person was horribly cold.

Suddenly, he got up, grabbed the appraisal book and threw it into the shredder. The drooping eyes, looking at the black and white words that turned into crumbs, were covered with frost.