At the last moment, there was a sound of the door panel snapping outside, Qin Hao stood outside the door, and behind him stood the anxious Adjutant Chen, the two of them had already heard Ye Yanran's cry inside. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qin Hao spit out unhurriedly, "Chen Shuai, your brother Zhuo Shaoxun is here!" In the living room outside, he said he wanted to see Miss Ye! ”

In the room, Ye Yanran's eyes were hazy with tears, and she choked up, "Ah Zhuo... ”

Huang Fuchen's gaze fell gloomily on the woman's waist, and the trousers that had been untied were ready to fly.

"Huang Fuchen!! Let go of me, Azhuo is here, he's here to save me! Ye Yanran spit out word by word, and the whole person was almost on the verge of despair.

Huang Fuchen stared at the woman's teary eyes, he saw a trace of joy flowing in the woman's eyes, it was the joy of escaping from him, and his heart was angry, and he wanted to tear the woman in front of him immediately.

Huang Fuchen's eyes fell on the woman's heart with redness, sliding a little, this beautiful and attractive scenery, I want to swallow it, but I always have to give up halfway, and my whole body hurts uncomfortably.

"Knock knock!" The door of the wing room knocked again, Qin Hao, as a man, didn't understand that at this moment, the emperor Fuchen inside was so anxious that he must be burning.

Qin Hao pretended not to understand anything, and cleared his throat solemnly, "Chen Shuai, Zhuo Shao has been waiting for a long time, he may have to find it, he has been to this courtyard." ”

Adjutant Chen looked at Qin Hao, couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, and thought in his heart, fortunately, he asked Gongzi Qin to call the young marshal, so he was not afraid of death and dared to disturb the good things of the young marshal.

Ye Yanran's tears stopped, and she reached out to push the man on her body away, "Huang Fuchen!" You get up! ”

"Don't touch me!!" Huang Fuchen roared angrily at Ye Yanran.

Ye Yanran stared at the man above her head with a staring gaze, her dark brown eyes, her pupils were gradually dilating, as if she was enduring something, and she contracted fiercely.

In the stalemate of the stillness, Huang Fuchen gasped heavily, and rolled over.

Seeing that her body was empty, Ye Yanran hurriedly got up, stretched out her hand to pull the open clothes tightly, pulled the futon on the bed, wrapped the whole person tightly, curled up in the futon and was shocked, the tears on her cheeks were not dry, and her eyes looked at Huang Fuchen in a daze.

Huang Fuchen washed the belt of his trousers, reached out and lifted the velvet forging robe that had fallen on the ground, and put it on without hurry, the palm with red joints was attached to the placket of the gown, and the buttons were tied up one by one.

"Ye Yanran, if you can run, the monk can't run the temple, you are destined to not escape the palm of Ben Shuai's hand!" Huang Fuchen fastened the last button, brushed the slightly wrinkled robe with his palm, opened the door with his heavy feet, closed the door closely, and a cold voice fell outside the door, "Tidy up your clothes and come out!" ”

There was a silence in the room, Ye Yanran pulled the futon on her body tightly with both hands, and the skin that had been sucked on her heart was still slightly painful, that beast! I sucked every inch of my heart's skin hard. . .

Thinking of this, Ye Yanran buried her head and kept shaking her head, wanting to forget! Don't remember! Forget!