A helicopter descended from the sky and went straight to the villa halfway up the mountain.

"Cold. Zhuo Song strode off the plane, turned around and ran towards the villa, entered the password, entered the villa, and found that it was empty and there was no one.

He reached out and combed his short black hair, and whispered, "Are you going to romance again?"

Zhuo Song walked upstairs, took out a bottle of red wine in the study, poured a glass and took a sip, walked around at will, threw the document on Zhuo, and said, "What is this?"

He saw a small book, pressed to one side.

Zhuo Song put the goblet on the table, pulled out the small book, walked to the sofa with his long legs crossed, flipped through it casually, and said, "Han actually has a book?"

I have known Xiao Mohan for so many years, he is calm and serious, except for useful books, he almost doesn't read anything else, and now, he actually holds a miscellaneous picture?

Zhuo Song was puzzled in his heart, and looked at the first page.

A few words were written on it: "The final interpretation of this book belongs to Wenshui." ”

"No wonder you ask about the water. Seeing this, Zhuo Song felt bored.

He put the book aside, got up and drank the red wine in one gulp, walked to the sofa and sat down, wanting to get the phone call to Xiao Mohan, but saw that the book was spread out, and there was a picture on it.

"Hey, it's... Do men and women hug each other?" Zhuo Zhao stepped forward.

He stretched out his hand and looked, only to see the man reaching out and holding the woman from behind, the second page was ......

Zhuo Song's throat moved, swallowing saliva, the hand holding the high-heeled cup was slightly tight, so excited that he almost crushed the cup, he couldn't believe looking at it.

"So that's the case?" Zhuo Song said excitedly, his face flushed and his heart beat faster, and the roots of his ears burned red.

He pursed his lips, reached out and touched his chin, finished reading the little book, and said, "Spring-@宫@图?"

Zhuo Songwan didn't expect that the bachelor who asked Shui had such a good book, which accurately pointed out the position, posture, and position of men and women, which was simply a complete set of husband and wife beds.

"Uh, do I want to make a copy?" Zhuo Song got up, ready to leave.

He thought about it for a while, took it and copied it, in case he didn't by then, or forgot it, he could look through it, but it shouldn't be a problem to compare it with the book?

Thinking of last time, Yao Rong actually bled under his body, and there was a lot of it.

Zhuo Song drove the car and came to Jincheng to go to the Greeting Pavilion.

"What, why are you hurt like this?" Zhuo Song entered the door, frightened, and rushed forward to lift Xiao Mohan's back to take a look.

Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said, "It's all going well?"

"Hmm. Zhuo Song responded, retracted his hand, and sat down on the sofa opposite.

"I'll go and ask for water first. Zhuo Song got up, walked towards the bedroom, pushed open the door and looked into the room, and asked Shui to lie on the bed, obviously still unconscious.

He strode forward, stood beside the bed, and looked at the water.

"Ask Shui, I didn't expect you to hide a limited edition thing, I knew it, I had made friends with you before. Zhuo Song said in a low voice.

Wen Shui moved, sat up violently, and hugged Zhuo Song's legs.

"What are you talking about??" asked Qianshui excitedly, coughing lightly, anxiously asked.

Zhuo Song looked at the water that was still unconscious just now, and now he actually got up and asked the water.

"Are you pretending to be asleep?" Zhuo Song pointed at him, and then looked at the bed, obviously unable to believe it.

Asking Shui to listen, he reached out and scratched his head, and said in a deep voice: "Ben Shao just wants to sleep more, after all... Beauty sleep is not something that happens every day. ”

Hearing that he was pretending to be straightforward, Zhuo Song lowered his head and bent over, stared at him and said, "What kind of palace is that, it's yours?"

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