"Really not"
"Well, I’ll call you when I have time."
"good!"
-digression–
Finally, I wrote Jiangquan. A supporting role is very important, but it didn’t appear until the last volume. Muhe also sketched his image in his mind and designed many clips about him. But when I wrote it, my mood was still very subtle. For this person, Muhe can be described as a love-hate relationship. Look at the previous article, I think many girls don’t like him. I don’t know if I have changed my mind now. In fact, he is a poor man. He is punishing himself when he is alive.
☆ Chapter 32 I want to get warm.
The storm caused by Zhong Jia and Jiang Jia made the whole imperial city feel a little uneasy, as if something was going to happen. When he woke up, he didn’t know anything about magic, and many dark thoughts were quietly breeding when he dreamed a beautiful dream.
When he opened his eyes, it was noon. He was hungry and woke up with such intense exercise last night. Even though he was gifted, he still needed to eat to replenish his energy.
In his arms, he sat up suddenly and covered himself with a quilt, then slipped to reveal sexy wheat-colored skin, and six beautiful abdominal muscles scratched his chest, which was even more romantic and ambiguous.
He looked around and then looked down at the evidence before he decided that everything was not a dream last night. He finally slept her, and she slept thoroughly and deeply, which was nothing but the sky would fall apart.
Thinking of those beautiful things, his black eyes are dyed with tender feelings, and his lips can’t help but raise his chest and ripple with unspeakable satisfaction and happiness. Well, if only she were still in bed now.
But it’s good that he’s not here. In fact, he’s still a little difficult and awkward.
Now he’s sitting alone, thinking about how evil it is in his mind, but his body is getting hot again. He’s uncomfortable, pulling his slipped waist to cover something, even though there is no one else in the room except him.
He lay back with his head on his arm, intoxicated, and fascinated. He sniffed the smell in the air deeply, and the smell didn’t go away last night. She was sweet and he was rich, and it was the only medicine for one thing and two.
He couldn’t help sighing-so this is sex. The descriptions of ancestors are so vivid. No wonder the meat men in the tribe don’t want to leave the bed. Who doesn’t crave it?
He thought of eldest brother, second brother and Fu Yunyi again. Do you want to share one with them? Well, forget it. His wit is not enough. They still need to keep a low profile and sprinkle salt on their wounds and be wiped out.
Let’s show it off later
However, the taste of jinyi nocturnal is really uncomfortable. He held back for a moment and thought that Zhou Hanhan finally found an outlet when his eyes lit up.
He excitedly touched his mobile phone and couldn’t wait to dial a number, but the other end didn’t answer it at all
Zhou Han is not cold and not stupid, so he can’t guess what this sentence is about? So a knife tried to stab him? Hehe, that also depends on whether he is willing to cooperate!
What does Zhou Hanhan mean by not answering the magic gas? You’re a loser and proud?
He dialed again, but the other end still didn’t pick up. He was annoyed that he threw his mobile phone to the grass and wanted to show off. He couldn’t find anyone yet. The Uber must have chosen to escape because he was afraid of being crushed by himself again.
It’s a little comfortable to think so, but there are still some small regrets. I can’t help mumbling, "It’s someone who will make the old man proud."
At this word, there was a burst of laughter and magic. Immediately, when the line of sight shot past, I saw that the gods flew in through the window and looked wretched. He sat up again, and this time he did not forget to hold the spring that was prevented from being exposed. "What are you doing in?"
God flew around him before he landed on the bed, laughing so hard that he called it "hey, hey, you’re choking."
"You are in a hurry to die early in the morning, aren’t you?" God himself, no matter how to say it, can be exposed by God, and ridicule will be a little angry and angry, and it will be a slap in the face.
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God is busy. "Oh, it’s just a joke. Whoever is serious will lose."
Magically, I took back my hand and sneered at it coldly. "What are you doing talking to people?"
God’s eyes were ga zi ng turned around. "Actually, it’s nothing. It’s just that you haven’t got up so late and come in."
Magic frown. I just looked at my watch. It’s past eleven o’clock. The thick curtains are pulling the light in the room. It’s a little dim. He didn’t even react. "It’s noon?"
God nodded quickly. "Isn’t that right? It’s the first time you’ve slept so late?"
The magical consciousness nodded and then suddenly shocked. "What about the warmth? When will she leave? "
You are aware of this serious problem, but it doesn’t dare to laugh at "Mrs. Cough and Cough left long ago, probably after seven o’clock."
Smell speech magic face all changed tone is not high "so early? Impossible! "
God couldn’t help covering his ears. "It’s true that Wu and Fu Xue both saw it with their own eyes. If you don’t believe it, you can also make a call to verify it. Little Lady and Er Gong are now filming in the crew."
What does it mean when the magic opens his mouth and he doesn’t know what to say? What will everyone think?
It’ s a shame to make a mistake!
Thanks to the grass, he just wanted to find someone to show off. Fortunately, he didn’t. Otherwise, someone might secretly make fun of him. The gap between 7: 00 and 11: 00 is too big!
God carefully persuaded him to keep changing his face before he asked in a low voice, "What happened to you and little lady last night? Is there a double major? "
Magic indignation beats the bed. "Nonsense, of course, if you don’t double-repair, she won’t even think about bed today." She also gets up at seven o’clock to shoot. That root is a fable. Can her legs be closed?
God smell speech a little think impassability "? Since the double major, why did the young lady get up early, but you have slept until now? How late did you fight last night? "
Magically, I thought it was quite implicit and proud. "It’s about five in the morning."