MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Then, Si Yuanzhen really walked over, took the microphone from the woman's hand, sat on the round stool before the woman, stared at the quiet woman sitting in the corner, and sang:

Why wouldn't you find i love you

The frequency of heartbeat sounds is burning my enthusiasm for this moment

I want you to know that my heart is transparent, but you never care

I love you deeply but you never look carefully

I give my heart to you without any consideration

And the distance you keep suddenly too far and too close is too mysterious. This is a problem.

...

I can't breathe as I press my heart, every breath I breathe continues to love you

A city with a colorful neon like your heart confuses me. Maybe I'm stuck too deep ...

He sang a Russian love song called Heartbeat.

There is no wonderful soundtrack, only the rare subwoofer sound of a man, and the unique charm and charm flow slowly.

Low and quiet, full of affection in silence, dull syllables are like strings that pull the heart string, **** and hoarse, low-key is rich in a kind of power and energy exhausted by hissing, the whole song overflows with a passion Unrestrained and shocking.

Ye Xun didn't dare to look at him, but that left on her, as if forgetting to take it back, as if the old eyes of the heavens, still made her heart beat wildly.

In his ears are men's straightforward, passionate love songs.

The man's voice is low, magnetic, sexy, and pleasing. When singing the Russian love song, it is not inconsistent. The ending is slightly raised, with a gorgeous taste, and even more enthusiastic.

She was irresistibly addicted.

At this moment, the boss lady sitting next to her suddenly whispered, "He sings very well."

More than just singing well, it can make your ears pregnant.

Ye Xuan's heart jumped, her eyes raised, and she met the boss's eyes full of meaning, for some reason there was a hint of vainness in her heart.

The proprietress continued: "After tonight, this song does not know how many women's hearts will be won, nor how many women's hearts will be broken!"

Si Yuanzhen was holding a microphone and slowly walked towards Ye Yan, her eyes were affectionate and her love song was warm.

In the field, the woman's eyes have been entangled with him.

However, his eyes only haunted her from beginning to end.

"Yes ... is it?"

Ye Zheng didn't know how to answer the words. Si Yuanzhen's gaze prevented her from hiding. She raised her head and stubbornly looked at him, but she overestimated her self-control and came into contact with his deep eyes. For an instant, she fell into it and couldn't escape.

The boss lady said: "Many women love him madly, but his heart is not fraternal, even narrow. It is only the size of a utility room that can accommodate two people. There is only one woman. "

The man in sight slowly crouched down in front of Ye Yan, put down his noble figure, lowered his noble head, and cast aside his identity and status. He said that he was insane as a woman and was not exaggerated.

Ye Xun was completely speechless, watching the man in front of him quietly, the years were stagnant, time was gone, and the world was barren. Only men's warm and affectionate songs lingered around his ears, entwined, and men's gentle faces, carved heart, unforgettable.

The man Si Yuanzhen is a downright devil.

It is the devil who seduces the fallen abyss.

When you hold a butcher's knife, it's terrifying to kill.

When he holds the carving knife, his mouth is full of love and temptation.

When talking about laughter, murderous intentions are hidden and murderous.

When lyric singing, passionate and intoxicating.

However, this strong contrast will give people a kind of courage like a moth fluttering fire. At this time, Ye Zhi didn't find out when the man said to her the words "a lifetime" She has fallen towards the abyss, only one step away from hell, and the calamity of this life is doomed.

A song is over.

Everyone in the field was intoxicated. The rosemary in the Biscabro Market, but also the intoxicating love song, could not return to God for a long time.

Including leaves.

Si Yuanzhen looked at her earnestly: "You are so beautiful, it makes me crazy."

The words made everyone stunned.

Because everyone remembers that he just said that the woman he likes is the woman who makes him crazy.

Ye Yan looked pale and flustered. She was not good at rejecting others, especially on such occasions, everything made her hesitant and embarrassed.

"Sorry, I'll go to the bathroom." She sat up on the sofa in a panic, almost fleeing.

Standing in the dark corner of the restaurant from start to finish, Ye Wan witnessed it all, and the anxiety in her heart made her almost unable to breathe.

For a man like Si Yuanzhen, I am afraid no woman can resist his charm.

What's more, the emotional life is blank, seemingly refusing to stay away from thousands of miles, but the flexible and simple imam, Si Yuanzhen on the imam, the more thoughts, the more you can ask for the imam The greater the price that Grandma will pay in the future.

But can she really stop it?

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Ye Xuan rushed to the bathroom, quickly closed the bathroom door, leaned against the door panel, and panted constantly.

The man's passionate love song is lingering in his ears. The man alone is gorgeous and hissing, and the low-dumb and **** voice makes her mixed with uncontrolled surge of blood. Her cheeks are hot and hot all the time. Seeing how red her face was at this moment.

She rushed to the sink, turned on the faucet, poured a handful of cold water on her face, and the cold temperature relieved her whole body's restlessness, and she kept meditating on the Heart Sutra in her heart.

When she managed to calm down, as soon as she opened the bathroom door, she saw Si Yuanzhen leaning on the wall next to the bathroom door, a cigarette between her right fingers, and he was swallowing clouds and mist, and he was surrounded by smoke. This kind of sound laziness.

Ye Zheng's body was stiff.

Si Yuanzhen reached out her finger and quickly extinguished the cigarette butt.

His movements caused Ye Zheng to be shocked. The temperature of the cigarette burning can reach 200-300 degrees. He actually killed the cigarette **** with his bare hands.

Si Yuanzhen looked at her: "Are you healthy?"

Ye Xuan nodded gently: "It's almost ready."

A stifling silence.

Si Yuanzhen took out the carved Huanghuali wooden cymbals, took her hand and put it in her palm: "Give you this, this is the most perfect sculpture I have carved."

The pale golden gardenia exudes a lustrous luster, delicate texture, quaint and beautiful, and a cluster of pear blossoms carved from the **** is vivid.

Ye Zheng looked at, thinking that he had first met at Lingji Temple not long ago. The wooden crotch he cut was still rough like a fire stick. In just a few days, he had already trained such a familiar carving worker.

Obviously it took a lot of thought.

Details are often the most touching woman.