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Chapter 31 I... Make it hard for you to say it?

Hua Nan, Qing Liu, and Lao Mo all said: "Okay."

Shen Zishu went down for a moment and came back, "It rained and there were many people, and the inn was full. There was only one room left, which was the temporary space of Ah Hu and his friends. In this way, my sister-in-law and brother Fu were the same room. The rest of us

Wait for one night."

Hua Nan's face turned red, and she knew that Shen Zishu was the son of the grandma's family. The crooked tree that grandma said she wanted to be her husband. In fact, he was handsome and talented, but she didn't know what her personality was like, whether she liked to do housework or not.

...She doesn't like doing housework, she has to find someone who likes to do housework.

Shen Zishu didn't know Hua Nan's thoughts, and did not look at Hua Nan. He only said that he was the only female captain in Dali Temple, a rare species. He looked at him so hard that he didn't know what it meant.

Wen Jin heard this, "Hua Nan is a woman, I will be with Zishu, Qingliu, Lao Mo, a room is inconvenient. Zishu, Qingliu, Lao Mo, you go and go to the room with you for a night. Hua Nan and I will be with you.

The house will be one night."

Shen Zishu made a decisive move: "Privately... don't have a room with your brother!"

During the day, he was in a carriage with his brother all day. He was jealous of Jiang Huaizhou and had a dark face for a day. He was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe, and he almost got out of tune!

While investigating people's livelihood, a three-year-old child was crying on the field ridge. His mother pointed at Brother Fu and said that the cold-faced uncle would take you away. The three-year-old child looked at Fu Jingheng and stopped crying and said, "Mom, I will never go back."

He cried, and his close brother Fu said that his uncle was holding him, and the child said, "You cold-faced monster, don't come over, I'm afraid he will leave indelible memories for the three-year-old child."

His cries are very effective.

The imperial guard Qingliu also said, "I...I don't want to live in the same room with me!"

The Lord is so jealous and angry today, thinking that if he had sex with the Lord at night, the Lord would inevitably come to me to learn martial arts.

If I get disabled, use crutches or sit in a wheelchair, it will be hard to find a wife in the future. The good girls in the drawing book serve the disabled bosses are all fairy tales. I don’t believe it if I am sober. Now the little girls are realistic.

It’s very good, there are not many top ten girls like Jinzhuer who are gentle and willing to give.

Wen Jin was really embarrassed when he saw Zishu and Qingliu's expressions twists and turns. He really didn't want to be in the same room as a certain gentleman, so he turned his gaze to Mo Qian, "Where are you, Mo?"

Old Mo smiled, "I can't do it either. I'm old and I don't snore and don't smell good on my body, for fear of affecting my sleep."

Grandma had told her that she could not delay Jinzhuer and the Lord of the Lord creating a man without a wink. In order to prevent Grandma Yin Tang from getting black and getting sick all over, he would definitely leave half of the bed beside the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the

Wen Jin sighed quietly. Fu looked at the child in her belly and might not be happy with him. When he went in, he might be able to humiliate her. Maybe he could risk miscarriage.

Everyone looked at Wen Jin and waited for her to answer.

Wen Jin sighed quietly, "I... don't want to be with him..."

Everyone was stunned: "..."

Oh, this is so popular that you are so poor that you can’t talk about!

On weekdays, Master Jin likes the Lord, and the others are as far away from the Lord, the better. Now even Master Jin dislikes the Lord…

Wen Jin coughed gently, "In this way, I will be in the same room with you four. We are five of us, talking, shaking melon seeds, and accommodating all night."

"It cannot be used, it must not be used!"

Zishu, Qingliu, Lao Mo, pulled Hua Nan into the house and locked Wen Jin outside the door with a sound.

Zishu said through the door panel: "Sister-in-law, I want to live for two more years, and my mother wants to hold a fat grandson in her lifetime. If I let my brother know that you are living in the same room with two and a half men, I am afraid he will blow the sky up. Go. I can only sacrifice my sister-in-law to accompany you."

Morgen Mo Gan was stunned: "Shen Zishu! That half of the man pointed at me?"

Zishu said, "Yes."

"Shen...Shen Zishu," Hua Nan said quietly, "Is it okay to have a granddaughter for grandma? Young people should not value boys over girls."

Shen Zishu: "??"

I didn't let Miss Hua grow raw, so I was worried about eating salty radish...

Wen Jin looked at the door of the house closed, and was helpless, and refused to go back to face Fu Jingheng, so he was in the corridor and watched the rain by the window.

She watched the autumn rain by the railing, and she was more inconvenient than the pictures of beauty hanging on the walls of the inn under the rain curtain in the apricot forest.

Fu Jingheng couldn't help but gently walked from the guest room to the door, looking at her on the other side of the corridor, the sound of rain covered his footsteps without hearing the sound, and looked at her beautiful side face and was slightly ecstatic...

Wen Jin faintly felt that the back of the waist gradually hurt. Every rainy day, the old sword injury after the waist will recur. Sometimes the pain is severe. She has to be bedridden for two or three days to heal. She is most afraid of the continuous rainy seasons. The constant rain is really a life-threatening one.

Wen Jin gently pounded his hands on the back to relieve some of the pain.

"Pressing your waist like this is a reminder to me that you have saved me and make me feel distressed?"

Suddenly, Fu Jingheng's cold voice sounded from the frame of the mahogany door.

Wen Jin's arm shook, so he stopped pressing his waist and let the back pain. She sighed softly and slowly turned around and looked at him, "No..."

"I will be separated after sending you a thousand miles. I am truly moved by your look of Jiang Qing's back."

Wen Jin was stunned and raised his eyes to look at Fu Jingheng who had arrived at the door at some point. He leaned against the old screen of the inn, lowered his eyes and glanced at her from a high point, and was also called because he was particularly beautiful. She breathed tightly.

I don't know how long he stood there and looked at her.

She was indeed not eager to see Jiang Huaizhou's back.

She was just afraid of going back to the house to face such a tit-for-tat situation with Fu Jingheng.

However, what should come finally cannot be avoided.

He... chased her to humiliate.

It is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Wen Jin's lower back pain was also hurting because of his fatigue for a day. He was exhausted and found that he was tired of explaining. He thought of something and asked softly: "What did you say to Jiang Qing just now? His face was not good after he came out. .”

Fu Jingheng stepped out the threshold of his untainted blue short boots, and his gait reached her gracefully, and pinched her jaw with his hands, "Why, I feel sorry for him?"

Wen Jin narrowed her almond eyes because of the force of her jaw, and narrowed her eyes in pain. She opened her chin, escaped from his shackles, and whispered: "No. I just asked curiously."

"I said you dislike him for his small size. You are used to my size. If you do it with him, you are not comfortable." Fu Jingheng leaned his shoulder against the pillar, "I also said you helped me... make the jade flute, Talk to him with my taste.”

Wen Jin's cheeks were flushed immediately. Although he didn't know what it meant to play the jade flute, he thought about what he had just done and expressed his intention, "You! How could you say this... it's too much!"
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