RuXiaoNan is still motionless.
"Why are you sitting here?" Green ink Yan bowed her head and wanted to hug her, but suddenly remembered her nose and smelled his blood gas, and she would feel uncomfortable again.
As he stupidly kung fu RuXiaoNan raised his head and stretched out his arm to hook his neck.
Soft silk slipped into his arms and fell to the ground.
He just wanted to blame her for not putting on more clothes outside, but he heard her voice "green ink Yan … I dreamed that you were eaten by the king of the method …"
It is not necessarily a dream, but that she is afraid of reality.
Green ink yan body a stiff.
Ling xiaotian is well-advised and quietly leaves.
The warm feeling flowed into his neck.
Qing Mo Yan bowed her head to see her face, but she kept burying her face in his neck.
"Stop crying. Well, it was just a dream."
"Did you go to gluttony?" RuXiaoNan slowly put his eyes full of water mist, shining with stars in the darkness of the cloister.
She can’t help but remind him of her avatar.
It’s also so shiny. Looking at him with small eyes is always pathetic, which makes people feel pity.
"He had your idea, I can’t. He has a second chance." Qing Mo Yan bent down to pick it up and wrapped her up again.
"Gluttony is a fierce beast"
"I’m still a dragon." Qing Moyan wiped her tears. "Don’t worry anymore. Didn’t I come back?"
Two people back to the house green ink yan put her to bed first and then go to the bathroom.
The shower was spraying hot water when he heard the door lock click.
Turned to the door and saw a small crack in it.
Green ink Yan Lou nai smiled. "Since you want to see it, it’s better to come in and look furtive like a mouse."
The crack in the door is bigger, and RuXiaoNan’s head is crowded in.
"Who is the mouse?" she said bitterly.
"Then what do you want to see?" Blue ink yan simply consumedly square square to show the body in front of her.
Ru Xiaonan glanced at him nervously and muttered "Who wants to see you" after making sure he was not injured, slammed the door and ran out.
Until Qing Mo Yan changed her clothes and came to the bedroom, Ru Xiao Nan still wrapped herself in the quilt like a bug.
Blue ink yan lying beside her.
"Don’t worry if I’m not hurt, little darling."
The bugs in the quilt don’t talk.
Qing Mo Yan looked at his wife’s mouth and smiled like a ripple in the middle of the lake, but he felt a bitter taste in his heart.
His wife’s greatest fear in her life was being abandoned.
Ru Yizhou’s death nearly broke her down, but fortunately she was brought to the night Xia country by the five-color stone power.
She met him.
However, deep in her heart, she is always worried that someone will leave her side.
"I’ll be fine, little darling." Qing Moyan leaned in and leaned her head against her head exposed from the quilt. "I will always remember that you are waiting for me to come back, and you still have our children."
In a thousand years, he has been thoroughly remoulded from the soul of the former teenager.
But what has never changed in his heart is that he is thinking about something, a little fool called little darling.
RuXiaoNan finally stuck her head out of the quilt and her face was full of tears.
Green ink Yan was about to stretch out his hand to wipe it, and as a result, she buried her face in his arms and rubbed her nose and tears against him.
Qing Mo Yan is in distress situation.
"Let you secretly do dangerous things behind my back and let you run out while I sleep …" Ru Xiaonan bit her little teeth and rubbed her little face red.
Green ink Yan forced to hold her back and forced her to be quiet.
The next day, the news that the mansion of the general manager of Tuoyu Real Estate Co., Ltd. caught fire was broadcast in the news.
And the license of the Yin and Yang Institute here in the ancient house was officially obtained.
Mu Bolun appeared in Qingmoyan’s room in a suit and tie and solemnly said, "I brought you the first business. Will you take it or not?"
Chapter 64 South Psychedelic Forest recommends swimsuits to Su Baitong.
A Update the latest chapter of Shao Qing’s pet career in Dali Temple as soon as possible!
Mubolun swaggered in his room.
"Qing Moyan, dare I bring you a business?"
Qing Mo Yan leaned back against the leather seat with a leisurely look.