"Even if it is not hurt, it is just a substitute." The man's voice was a little low, his side face was beautiful, but his front face looked a little rough, his facial features were not as handsome as Dongfang Liyuan, but very stylish.

He is about thirty years old.

"Why, are you jealous?" Hua Qiannian laughed at his complaint, looked up at the man drinking tea leisurely in the flower pavilion above, and licked the corner of his mouth.

She has never lacked men for a thousand years, so naturally there is no need to force any man to submit.

One day, he will take the initiative to find her for thousands of years.

After all, even monks cannot quit lust. How long can a man who has become affectionate can control other women?

She has spent thousands of years to understand men. In this life, men are always inseparable from women.

And in her forest of flowers, she spent thousands of years alone, but she still didn't believe that that man would never touch a woman in his life.

She waits, she can afford to wait for a thousand years.

Sooner or later, he will conquer him.

"When I was entangled with me, I thought of another man. Who is not jealous?" The man with a side face that was very similar to Dongfang Liyuan boldly hugged Hua Qiannian's head and turned her to look at him.

, seriously.

When he first met Hua Qiannian, he actually hated her, but after several days of getting along, he fell in love with her, a bohemian woman.

It’s a pity that this woman has always been thinking of another man in her heart.

Every day, she is always entangled with herself for the man above to see.

It’s just that he was too immersed in the role and always performed with her with sincerity.

"Zimo, your courage seems to be getting bigger and bigger?" Hua Qiannian looked at the seriousness in his eyes, frowned, pushed his hand away, and pulled up and said, "Since you understand that you are a substitute,

Don’t think you shouldn’t. To my aunt, you are just a person who can be abandoned. If I am in a bad mood for a while, you have to be careful of your life.”

He was kept because he was similar to the man above.

Otherwise, she would have absorbed all his yang energy and threw him to the foot of the mountain to make her a flowery body.

It's a joke that she is so old that she dares to take her seriously.

Zimo smiled bitterly when he heard this, grabbed her hand, turned around and pressed her down, and said ambiguously: "Then I can only do my best to help you achieve your goal."

Even if you lose all your energy, you will be willing to do anything.

Hua Qiannian seemed to understand the way he looked at death in his eyes. He felt a secret anger in his heart. He pushed him away hard, and threatened him with a sinister threat: "You can only listen to my orders. If you dare to make a decision, I will

Kill you."

His identity is the one she had called for and lingered after spending thousands of years. When she had spent thousands of years saying she needed him, he dared to be rude to him, and he was like seeking death.

Zimo was moved when she heard her threat, and there was no trace of fear. She lay quietly among the flowers, looking at the sky with dark eyes, and looking at it calmly.

"Hmph." Hua Qiannian snorted coldly as he looked at him, turned around and put on his clothes, lifted up the red gauze and headed out.

"That man, be careful." Zimo's calm voice came from behind, very light, but it was actually transmitted to Hua Qiannian's ears.
Chapter completed!