Therefore, that night he had just hugged her kissed, covering a thin quilt, pure chat, which was quite sweet and warm.
Who knows, Shangguan Hongye knocked outside the door, saying that she took her supper.
There was nothing yet. She refused to say that she was not hungry, and did not open the door. She sent him away, and it was over.
However, the guy of Shangguanhong said something mixed with the door outside the door. After returning to Beijing, the round house, maybe they can get along with each other ... Try it to know his benefits.
He also told her to say anything else who did not understand the relationship between men and women.
To put it plainly, Shangguan Hongye's marriage was to want to enter her room to spend the night.
This time, she couldn't get the horse honeycomb. She was blown up on the door by the furious Cang Qiao, and did a bunch of downflow mixing.
She bit her lips and did not dare to speak out. Shangguan Hongye still heard something wrong at the door.
She had to force it to be uncomfortable, and she didn't want to see people.
Cang Qiao was angry and found Shangguanhong's fight. Why did she "fight"?
Afterwards, she left uncomfortably for seven or eight days.
It was seven or eight days until he was deceived by him, and she was almost exhausted. He was greasyly pressing her and apologized, and she accepted it.
"Be calm!" Ming Lan Ruo poke his chest.
"Calm? How can you calm down in this seat? You were my wife, three books and six gifts, and went to the jade disc, but became his woman, but I became an adulterer?"
Cang Qiao sneered, and the cold light flashed in the eyes of the phoenix.
"This seat does not let you give him a bowl of medicine, it is good to go to the West in Western like Wu Dalang."
If Ming Lan squeezed a grape herself, learned Cang Qiao, and said leisurely: "Don't scold yourself, you are not Ximen Qing."
This man was in a hurry, and scolded himself as a Sicate official.
She looked at the grapes that were peeled by herself a little disgusted. Why did he peele like green pearls one by one, she was so cold?
Later, she sent the cold grapes to his thin lips without changing her face to comfort the dogs that rose in her heart in the summer ...
Grape juice dripped down her hand, dripping until she was stuffed with a cage together on the big yellow head in the cushion, and it was dissatisfied with rubbing her paw and rubbing her head —
Hum, the dead witch who forgets the righteousness, with a new dog, forget it, this old dog, why not see her feed it to eat grapes!
When it finds a chance to get out, scare her new stinky dog!
Humm -╭ (╰^╰) ╮
Cang Qiao's mood seemed to be a bit better, and he ate the ugly grapes she had sent, and said coldly: "It will be in Beijing in two days, you are far away from Shangguan Hongye."
He still has grape juice in his hand, holding her hand, and the water is sticky and sticky.
If Ming Lan pulled back his hand, he wanted to rub his hands with some dislike: "I have developed a kind of butterfly. Although I can't kill people directly, it can make people become a insect.
They all planted, so that the bugs can eat them. "
That kind of puppet butterfly did not kill people directly, and did not even hurt people directly.