After eating, Liu Ningbo called Situ Yue, and Situ Yue told her that she had taken Ah Yan to live in the hospital she had contacted. Hanging up the phone, Fang Yiwei had already washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen. He was wearing Liu Ningbo's pajamas, the sleeves and trouser legs were too short, showing a stretched crampedness, that crampedness and the handsomeness of his face did not match very much, Liu Ningbo suddenly felt funny, and couldn't help laughing.

"Laughing at what?"

"I just think that if you have to work overtime at night, how can this outfit be good? If your colleague sees that the suave secretary Fang Da is wearing a woman's pajamas, then you don't want to mess up with that compound, and you will be embarrassed and thrown home. ”

"Do you dare to laugh at me? I want you to know that the most important thing your little mouth should do besides hurting people is ......" Fang Yiwei had already strode to the sofa and pecked Liu Ningbo's lips heavily. Before Liu Ningbo could react, he had already picked her up from the sofa, her hand tightly hooked his neck, as if she was afraid that she would fall, stared at the two small flames burning in his eyes, and asked timidly, "What are you going to do?"

"What are you talking about?" Liu Ningbo's shyness added to her allure, Fang Yiwei had already had the urge to eat her, he smiled wickedly and strode towards the room with him in his arms.

Of course Liu Ningbo knew what he was going to do, she covered her eyes with her hands, she was embarrassed to expose herself to his burning gaze, she was afraid that she would be burned to ashes in the flickering flames of her eyes.

Fang Yiwei would not give her such a chance to escape, he pulled her hand away, and the hot and wet kiss rained down on her cheeks, eyebrows, forehead, and nose, and finally locked on the two seductive lips......

Together, they were like vines wrapped around the majestic eagle, and together they fell from the cliff into the abyss. Beneath the abyss was a rushing sea, and she followed him, tossed and turned with the waves, and then and again, and then and again...... Until one of the biggest waves swept in, they were swept high to the top of the waves, flew with the whistling wind, and then fell high from the top of the waves to the bottom of the sea, touched the silky bodies of the sea stones covered with moss, and slowly fell silent, let the waves cover the sky one by one, and gradually flatten out, until the whole sea surface returned to calm, and there were only circles of ripples......

Liu Ningbo turned sideways, supported his head with one hand, and stared at Fang Yiwei's sleeping face for a moment.

The uninhibited Fang Yiwei was like a quiet baby when he was asleep. The snort is even and warm.

Liu Ningbo's fingers gently slid over his cheeks, rubbing back and forth along the three-dimensional arc of his face, and the uninhibited facial features of the day were sleeping quietly and elegantly at the moment. Liu Ningbo lowered his lips, lightly imprinted a kiss on his eyebrows, and quietly got up.

She went to the bathroom to turn on the bath bomb, letting the bright warm yellow light envelop herself, and then lifted the flap of the washing machine, and put Fang Yiwei's clothes in one by one, she carefully checked each one, and then turned over the inside of the clothes. In the past, Kang Hao would hide a lighter in his clothes. He loves to smoke and changes his lighter every day. Liu Ningbo picked out the lighter in the pocket of his clothes and put it on the bedside table before washing clothes, but Kang Hao still refused to use it, and he insisted on changing it to a new lighter every day.

Sometimes Liu Ningbo deliberately did not search the pockets of his clothes, and let the lighter stir in the washing machine with the clothes, and when drying the clothes, he could always see the lighter shell that had fallen apart at the bottom of the washing machine, and the metal flap and the plastic body were separated from each other, lying in the empty barrel like a broken corpse. Liu Ningbo suddenly had a wanton feeling in her heart, she felt like a separate part, and her soul and body were completely disconnected. She is like a numb machine, doing household chores mechanically, and she does not vent her anger, and her resentment is vented in words.

Tonight was different, she looked through Fang Yiwei's clothes so carefully, one by one, tirelessly threw them into the bucket, pressed the button, and watched the tap water flow down smoothly from the inlet of the washing machine, soaking those clothes little by little, she watched with interest, watching the water fill up from the washing machine, and the clothes were gone, and saw the barrel start to spin, rumbling and making a rotating sound.

She gently closed the lid and leaned against the washing machine, her eyes falling on the bath mirror on the opposite wall. The cheeks of the person in the bath mirror were crimson, and the autumn waves in his eyes were horizontal, looking very moving. In the past three years, she has stood in the bathroom countless times, leaning against the washing machine and looking at the bathroom on the opposite wall, and the person she sees is so different from herself tonight, that person is pale, haggard, like henna about to dry up, dying and lifeless. Tonight's self is so beautiful, so rippling, like a blooming rose, fragrant and fragrant.

She fell in love with the boy in the room, so quickly, so suddenly, almost caught off guard. His little domineering and endless gentleness built up a magnetic field under her ribs as fast as he could, making her beating heart ache faintly at the thought of him. The pain frightened and intoxicated her, and made her feel embarrassed and dizzy at the sight of him.

She just stood next to the washing machine and maintained a posture for more than half an hour, until the drum of the washing machine suddenly stopped, the machine made a "Di Di Di" prompt sound, and the automatic button "snapped" and popped back, and she came back from her flying thoughts. She found a hair dryer from the shelf and dried Fang Yiwei's clothes one by one. He didn't bring any clothes, and she had to help him dry them before dawn so he could get back to work comfortably. "A good wife and mother", Bai Ruozhao once praised her like this. She has always been a good wife, and she is not unfamiliar with this role at all. The hot wind erupted from the mouth of the hair dryer, and her palms spread out under her clothes, feeling the moisture of her clothes drying up in the warm breeze little by little, and her face was red from the strong light of the bath bomb and the warm breeze of the hair dryer.

Fang Yiwei was woken up by the sound of a "buzzing" hair dryer. When I reached out, the bed next to me was empty, the bathroom door was closed, and the golden light leaked through the crack under the door. Topless, he got out of bed and put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Fang Yiwei saw Liu Ningbo holding a hair dryer to blow his clothes. On the lid of the washing machine were neatly stacked with his other clothes, one by one, plain. She was tilting her head sideways and intently drying the last piece of clothing on her hand, which was his white cotton T. Her hand holding the hair dryer moved rhythmically back and forth, her head tilted, her face flushed, and her hair scattered haphazardly over her shoulders. The neckline of the pajamas was open and fell back, revealing a large patch of white skin on the neck, which shone in the golden light, as if it could squeeze out water. She was so focused that she didn't notice him standing in the doorway. Fang Yiwei's heart hurt heavily, at this moment, his heart was surging with countless countless touches, he stepped forward gently, opened his arms, and took Liu Ningbo in his arms, the hair dryer was still spraying the wind in her hand, he pressed her head tightly to his chest, his strong arms wrapped around her, the strong protruding chest muscles were close to her cheeks, she heard the sound of his heart beating "poof", she felt that her ears were burning to the root of her neck.

"Why are you up? I'm the one who woke you up? There's only one last thing left, it's going to be okay soon, it's still early, you go back to bed." Liu Ningbo raised his head, there was a lot of tenderness and infatuation in his eyes, and his voice was very soft and comforting.

Fang Yiwei looked back at her for a moment, her lips were bright red, like the flying glow flowing in the sky. He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips. The hair dryer was still "slight", drowning out the beating sound of his heart. Liu Ningbo, let me love you well in this life, love you for the rest of the days, no matter where you are, my heart will always follow you. Liu Ningbo felt that Fang Yiwei's kiss was particularly affectionate and gentle, and his undulating chest seemed to have a thousand words rushing. Needless to say, I know it all. I know everything you do to me, bit by bit, every inch. I will repay you in my entirety. I will repay you for everything you treat me, and repay you tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold, thousand

Together, they dried the last garment and hugged each other back to the bed. It was as if they had grown into the same shell, and no matter how much they were slashed and burned, they could no longer be separated.

………………………………………………

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yu Wan looked at Yuan Hongde, who was dying on the bed, and frowned.

The palace man said: "Princess, how can this be good? The concubine has been sick since she married the princess......

Yu Wan asked Gong Dao: "Have you seen that woman on the night of the candle in the horse cave room?"

The palace man nodded: "At that time, the horse rode into the palace gate...... I went to find the woman. ”

At this time, on the hospital bed, Yuan Hongde whispered in a low voice: "Ningbo...... Condensation ......"

Yu Wan handed the medicine bowl to the palace people, turned around and walked out of the house.

"Princess, princess, colt ......"

The voice of the palace man sounded, and Yu Wan's figure had disappeared at the door.

The palace near the East Palace exudes a strange atmosphere, and Yu Wan's sedan chair stops in front of the palace gate.

The guards at the gate of the palace stretched out their hands to stop her, and Yu Wan raised his foot and kicked them down.

The guards got up and were about to continue to block it, when Tang Li's voice sounded in the palace gate: "The princess is a guest, let her in." ”

The guards retreated, and Yu Wan rushed in.

didn't wait for Tang Li to speak, there was a burst of sword light and sword shadows, you came and went.

"I respect you as a guest, but it seems that you don't need my respect anymore. ”

Yu Wan never knew that Yin Ningbo still had such a stretch of hand, and the routine was completely wrong.

She was knocked to the ground by Tang Li's punch, spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at Tang Li angrily and said, "Who are you?"

"Yin Ningbo. ”

"You're talking nonsense! I learned kung fu from Ning Bo, she only knows her self-created taekwondo, not the crooked kung fu you are using now, you are not Yin Ning Bo, where did you get Miss Yin?"

Yu Wan shouted hysterically, she roared, her eyes blood-red, and tears rained down.

It's been too torturous these days, this woman is wearing Yin Ningbo's skin, stirring up the Great Zhou Dynasty into a miasma, what is her intention?

Tang Li laughed, evil, insidious, eerie.

She said: "Yin Ningbo is in another world, with her lover, she lives extremely freely, and you don't have to worry about it." ”

"What about Yuan Hongde? Why don't you let him go? He is my husband, I can always worry about him, right? Why don't you let him go?"

"Your husband, a husband who has another woman in his heart, you really don't mind?" asked Tang Li.