She stood in the scenery of small bridges and flowing water, pink walls and green tiles, and sang him a song "Peony Pavilion", she may never know how much that little song touched his heart.

At that moment, he felt that his little girl was the most beautiful, elegant, clean, and heartwarming woman in the world.

He felt that it was not enough to pile up all the beautiful words in this world on her, and she deserved his most unreserved dedication.

He still clearly remembers that night, under the light, her delicate facial features were marked with a faint light and shadow, and her movements, eyes and singing voice were very beautiful.

The whole feeling is so subtle, delicate and elegant, charming and dignified.

In the streets and alleys, out of nowhere, the sound of silk pipe music mixed with her words is correct and round, melodious lingering in the air of the ancient town, and it is also engraved in his memory, which will never be forgotten.

The woman in his arms grabbed his arm and fell into his arms crying uneasily, always trying to find a position where he could calm down, but he couldn't find it.

Feng Hao gently stroked her back with his warm palm, and said softly, "You have to remember, no matter what happens, I am here!"

The drunken woman seemed to understand, but she didn't seem to understand, and her mouth kept muttering uncomfortable, and her fingers kept pinching, twisting, and venting on him......

The car drove slowly, the light and shadow outside the window were mottled, and Feng Hao hugged the woman in her arms hard, and her tactful voice seemed to sound in her ears:

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, like this, they are all paid with broken wells, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the courtyard is happy. Flying towards the twilight roll, the clouds and the cuixuan, the rain and the wind, the smoke and waves painted the boat, the Shaoguang cheap ...... that Jinping people look at"

……

Finally, the car stopped in the driveway of the holiday villa.

Zhu Huan came over and opened the car door, and as soon as Feng Hao picked Xia Yucheng out of the car, she opened a pair of drunken eyes and said, "Let it go...... Put me down......"

Feng Hao frowned slightly and didn't let go.

"Put me down...... Let go...... Let it go......" she began to struggle, shouting incessantly.

Seeing that she was still drowsy and drunk, Feng Hao reluctantly put her down.

As soon as he landed, Xia Yucheng stepped on an unsteady pace and looked around: "Where...... Where? Where is this?"

Feng Hao stretched out his arm to support her arm, and replied softly, "Our home!"

"Home?" Xia Yucheng's brain couldn't turn, and his tongue was still wooden, "Take a look...... Look at ......"

She trembled and walked slightly, and did not enter the house, but staggered to the back garden in search of a path full of flowers. Feng Hao felt sorry for her, so he let her go, but followed her very carefully.

Under the moonlight, the sparkling pool reflects the light in circles under the floor lamps.

Xia Yucheng strode over, and before she got close to the pool, Feng Hao had already grabbed her: "Good, let's go upstairs." ”

"Go upstairs?" Xia Yucheng smirked innocently and shook off his hand, "Man...... Man ......" She raised her hand to caress his expressionless face, and smiled vigorously, "You are good to me, just ...... I just want to ...... Follow me...... Get to bed, I know it all. ”

She tore open the placket of her clothes, revealing her white breasts and the beauty wrapped in lace, and asked as if offering a treasure, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Beautiful," he replied through gritted teeth, not knowing that she was drunk and would dare to say anything.

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