The warm sunshine in the early morning autumn poured into the luxuriously decorated room, and there were still people on the large and comfortable bed to continue his dream of spring and autumn. For him, who was still having a relationship with Duke Zhou’s daughter, God, there was only one person who dared to quarrel with him now - killing without mercy!

"Wudao, it's time to get up. The breakfast is ready! Otherwise, my mother will say you again, everyone is waiting for you!" A lively and pleasant voice sounded by the bed. If such a natural sound could be called by my husband, it would be a great enjoyment in life.

The guy in the quilt was obviously still nostalgic for the remaining warmth that night. He turned over and continued to sleep quietly. He curled into a ball and looked like a big shrimp, of course, a shrimp that loves to sleep in.

"Wudao, you really want to get up!" Seeing that there was still no movement, the girl had to say with a strong sense of shame: "As long as you get up, no matter what you want Xuehen to do, Xuehen will agree. Wudao~ Are you getting up, okay?"

As soon as he heard this exciting hint, Ye Wudao, a pervert, turned over, hugged the girl in his arms, sniffed her long hair with his nose, and said intoxicatedly: "It smells so fragrant! In the Dream of Red Mansions, Jia Baoyu has a flowery spirit "Xiren", and I, Ye Wudao, have the fragrance of "snow scars", is no worse than him, hehe..."

The little girl who was hugged was obsessed with her arms, quietly enjoying the tranquility. For her, who was very far away from the outside world, everything Ye Wudao gave him was everything she had.

When he first saw Ye Wudao when he entered the gate of the Ye family, Ye Wudao had already taken himself as his own. Ye didn't have any choice, and Ye didn't want to have any other choice. That year, Ye Wudao was seven years old and Murong Xuehen was seven years old because they were born on the same day of the same month and the same day.

As long as someone who still has a hint of fantasy and longing for love, who dares to deny the claim that he was the playmate of the Three Life Stone in his previous life?

Murong Xuehen's grandfather Murong Qingfeng and Ye Zhengling are friends of eight times. They have been born and died for decades and are even closer than their brothers. Although Murong Qingfeng is not as glorious as Ye Zhengling, his industry is by no means comparable to ordinary companies. However, Murong Qingfeng's only son died in a car accident. He fell ill due to the blow that he had to send a black-haired man to a black-haired man. He never got better since then. He handed over his surviving granddaughter Murong Xuehen to Ye Zhengling on his deathbed, and Murong Xuehen would take it for granted his huge inheritance of nearly one billion US dollars in the Murong family when he was 18 years old.

Murong Xuehen, who is only fifteen years old now, can be seen that she must be a stunning beauty when she grows up. Her delicate and flawless face, her pink and tender skin, a crisp and beautiful voice and a well-developed figure are definitely a complete beauty! Moreover, her musical attainment can only be described as a genius. At the age of eleven, she played her own music at the Metropolitan Opera House, one of the four major opera houses in the world, and was unanimously considered to be the "female Mozart" of the 21st century.

More importantly, after the influence of culture, art and music and strict family tutoring, Murong Xuehen was gentle as water. He was recognized by the Ye Yang family as the wife of the future emperor Ye Wudao. Ye Zhengling really loved her. If anyone dared to bully this future granddaughter-in-law he had appointed, he would definitely not be able to spare that guy, even Ye Wudao!

Murong Xuehen was the one who gave her virginity at the age of thirteen to make Ye Wudao, a pervert who had coveted for her for a long time, become a real man. Afterwards, she looked at the bright blood on the bed that was as bright as the charming roses at night, and she did not regret it at all. She just murmured Ye Wudao's name in tears.

Ye Wudao pressed Murong Xuehen on the bed, looked down at his first woman, looking at the tender white face that made people unable to help but bite, his heart was so lustful that he touched Murong Xuehen's soft lips, and carefully savored the deliciousness that only he knew, and his hands were not willing to slide on her body lonely.

Murong Xuehen, who had already handed over his whole heart to Ye Wudao, took the initiative to press his petite body against Ye Wudao, who didn't know whether it was a boy or a man. Although she knew that this was not good, she could not resist Ye Wudao's teasing. Her little hand hugged Ye Wudao tightly, and her cherry mouth made a faint moan.

After Murong Xuehen's breasts that were not big but tender as tender as snow for a long time, he finally temporarily satisfied his own pain. Ye Wudao let go of his hand and sat on the bed again. He said to Murong Xuehen, who was dressed in a mess and had a springy face, said: "Mom is waiting for us. Then he just said that I was not alone, so how could he know that someone seduced me!"

Murong Xuehen tidied up his clothes, gave Ye Wudao a charming look, and said coquettishly: "Who told you to refuse to get up? He also said that he seduced you! I will ignore you, a heartless bad guy, Ye Wudao!"

Murong Xuehen's charming and heart-shaking side will not be shown in front of others. In the eyes of others, she will only be the gentle lady playing the piano in the picture of a lady in Jiangnan. Only in front of Ye Wudao can she show that unknown strange charm.

This is like what many novels say is born with charm.

Ye Wudao pinched Murong Xuehen's little nose and smiled and said, "Ignore my husband, who do you care about me? If you don't obey, you will eat you as breakfast!"

The two of them walked downstairs to have breakfast, and Yang Ningbing's routine "learning" was inevitable: "Wudao, I have told you that one day is in the morning. Getting up early and running or reading English is very good for you. Look at the snow hatch, you have to practice the piano for an hour earlier every day without saying it's hard, and you are still yelling to get up too early!"

Ye Wudao lowered his head and muttered: "It's more than dusk to sleep, what a pity I wasted!"

Murong Xuehen beside him suppressed his smile, pressed Ye Wudao's claws that touched his thighs hard under the table, lowered his head and slowly used a rich breakfast. He always liked to deliberately change the ancient things into his own fallacy. This time, he tampered with Jin Shengtan's "nap is twice as much as dusk" at will. Last time, he turned the saint's "life, my desire, righteousness, and righteousness, and whatever I want, and he cannot both, and he can sacrifice his life to seek righteousness!" into "love, my desire, nature, and what I want, and what I want, and he cannot both, and he can give up love and seek nature!" Thinking of this, Murong Xuehen's little face turned red, and his little hand tightly held Ye Wudao's warm hand.

Ye Hetu, who was reading newspapers and drinking tea, was directly responsible for the degeneration of good socialist youth, sprayed out the tea in one sip. This son is really better than the blue one. He dares to talk nonsense in front of her. One word is strong!

"Wudao, what did you say just now?" Yang Ningbing is worthy of being the "Iceberg Goddess" one of the four beauties in Province D. She looks so charming with her frown, her perfect and unrestrained face, born with a cold silence, as quiet as the goddess of the moon, almost freezing.

As the deputy mayor in charge of economic power in a major city in China, Yang Ningbing inherited her father's majestic temperament, the kind that is unspoken. Although she would not be stern at home, the unintentional momentum still made everyone, including Ye Wudao, feel a sense of pressure.

"Ah, just now? Let me think about it!" Ye Wudao's eyes were circling. If there was no answer that satisfies his mother, he would definitely not have good results. A genius is a genius. He frowned and thought about it and said frankly: "I mean, mom, don't stay up late in the future. The book says that staying up late is the natural enemy of women's beauty! Of course, I think my mother's timeless beauty and temperament will not be lost!"

Ye Hetu squirted again. Good boy, such stingy words were so righteous, and it was indeed his own son. The two maids on the side were also laughing. Murong Xuehen let go of Ye Wudao's hand and let him wander on his legs, bringing himself a different kind of stimulation.

"Don't do this, you really haven't heard anything as a mother! Today's pocket money is gone!" Looking at his son's cute and hypocritical smile, Yang Ningbing felt a great comfort from the bottom of her heart. This is her son. She has grown up so old that she can flatter her mother. Although she is in a high position, she is so happy for her son.

Ye Wudao was depressed and ate breakfast wildly, as if he wanted to spread his anger on these foods. It is said that spending money is like running water. If the money has not been spent, it is like running water and slipping away from his own hands. He is unwilling to accept it! This is a very serious problem. If you don’t spend money, how can you catch a beautiful girl? Now in this world, you have to talk about money on everything. Even if you break up, you will have a damn loss of youth. What kind of world is it!!!

"Eat slowly, you have a grudge against the food! If you eat or not, see who will like you. When you grow up, don't expect your mother to find a wife for you." Looking at Ye Wudao's handsome face, but now he was wrinkled, Yang Ningbing smiled secretly, but his face was very serious.

Will this little pervert have no wife? I’m afraid that all men in the world will have to be a bachelor! Ye Hetu muttered funnyly, don’t have too many women in the future!

Murong Xuehen saw Ye Wudao, who was obviously unhappy on his face, and whispered softly in his ear: "I'll give you my pocket money later." Before Ye Wudao was happy, Yang Ningbing, who lowered her head to eat, said lightly: "Xuehen, don't give your pocket money to Wudao!" This is tantamount to the Supreme Court sentenced Ye Wudao to death. Ye Wudao was weakly lying on the chair and moaned, why is my life so miserable!

Oh my God, I will compensate me with a beautiful woman to kill me!!!
Chapter completed!