I set off in the morning, and I got on the plane near noon, and when Zhen Cheng came out of the airport, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'll take Ma Feilong to Hanmang Headquarters, you can go home! Wait for me to call! Zhou Yubing didn't wait for Zhen Cheng to speak, and took the lead in speaking.

The ashes of Tianci are to be checked in as special items, and after getting off the plane, Zhen Cheng has never seen Tianci again. After listening to Zhou Yubing's instructions, Zhen Cheng didn't insist too much. The closer you are to your relatives, the more excited you are.

"Good! Call us! Zhen Cheng waved his hand to Zhou Yubing and Ma Feilong, and left by taxi alone.

Approaching New Year's Day, the streets and alleys of Yanjing are filled with a happy and peaceful atmosphere. In Yanjing, a place where foreigners gather, no matter what kind of festival it is, it is vividly reflected in this land, not to mention the festival of New Year's Day, which is a festival that kills both the East and the West.

The Hutong of Marshal Wangfujing's Mansion is still the same as it was, the difference is that the front of Zhen Cheng's courtyard has become quieter, and it is more like an ordinary family.

The traces of cold mangs disappeared with the passage of time in the courtyard of Zhen Cheng and Chen Mingyuan, and the small courtyard of Yin Rou's family was no longer as busy as before, but became very quiet.

When Zhen Cheng couldn't wait to appear at the door of his second courtyard, Yan Jiu'er and Nangong Wan'er were sitting neatly dressed in front of the small table in the courtyard and chatting about something.

Hearing the familiar and unfamiliar footsteps, Xiao Heibei took the lead in issuing a warning, and when he found out that he had bitten the wrong person, he wagged his little tail and ran away.

"It's back!" Zhen Cheng looked at the two flower-like women, and his heart was indescribably excited. Quickening his pace, like a child who has been away from home for many years, he quickly rushed to his mother, wanting to enjoy the warm and soft and fragrant embrace.

"I'm going to make tea!"

"I'm going to stir-fry!"

Yan Jiu'er and Nangong Wan'er got up almost at the same time as if they had discussed, went back to the house alone, and rushed to the kitchen alone. Zhen Cheng stood in front of the table with excitement on his face, he didn't touch his wife, he could only smell the body fragrance that led to crime.

"I'll go see Grandpa first!" Zhen Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment, raised his legs and prepared to walk in the direction of the Sanjin Courtyard.

"It's just the two of us at home! Grandpa and Mom and Dad took their son to Swallow Lane! Yan Jiu'er's voice soon sounded crisp and trembling in the kitchen.

"Oh!" Zhen Cheng was a little lost, but he could also understand the thoughts of several old people. Husbands and wives who haven't seen each other for so long, fools know what will happen next, not to mention people like Yan Wang and Queen Yan. "Old thing, it's kind of interesting!" Zhen Cheng thought about King Yan's old face and thought secretly.

Zhen Cheng saw that Nangong Wan'er went into the house to make tea and didn't mean to come out again, thought about it, raised his legs and quickly entered the kitchen.

The aroma of braised pork trotters, Zhen Cheng smelled it as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. But Zhen Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to it, stepped forward with an arrow, stretched out his ape arm from behind Yan Jiu'er's body, and hugged Yan Jiu'er tightly in his arms.

Is it missing? Zhen Cheng doesn't know! Is it love? Zhen Cheng is not sure! But Zhen Cheng can be sure that he is holding the mother of two children, the granddaughter-in-law in the eyes of his grandfather, an outstanding female killer who gives up everything for herself, and a ninth princess in Yanjing's respected Swallow Lane.

The moment Zhen Cheng walked into the kitchen, Yan Jiu'er knew it, but she didn't know Weishenme, but she didn't have the courage to turn around and meet it. When Zhen Cheng's iron arm tightened Yan Jiu'er's thin waist that had only recovered for a few months, Yan Jiu'er felt that her head was like a stumbling paste, muddy, and she didn't know what kind of taste it was. The body was tense and trembling like lightning, and the heart was pounding around like a deer for no reason.

Yan Jiu'er misses a man! A woman who has tasted the taste of wind and rain has suddenly been deserted for more than a month, this kind of inner longing and worrying is not something that can be described by a few simple characters.

"Thank you!" Zhen Cheng's body still carried the cold air outside, but the heat between Zhen Cheng's breaths blew Yan Jiu'er's neck numb. Zhen Cheng's lips were a little dry, and he hugged Yan Jiu'er tightly in his arms, letting Yan Jiu'er be at a loss with a rice spoon in his hand.

"This is the kitchen!" Yan Jiu'er felt Zhen Cheng's big hands, which were violently attacking her Fengjing, and her cheeks were crimson and muttered in a low voice, "How is the evening!" ”

"The time of the evening belongs to the son, and the time is ours now!" Zhen Cheng picked up Yan Jiu'er domineeringly, kissed Yan Jiu'er fiercely, took a big stride, and walked directly to Nangong Wan'er's room.

"Don't-" Yan Jiu'er, who was lying in Zhen Cheng's arms, was like a lamb in the mouth of the big bad wolf, so powerless, but so longing. When she saw Zhen Cheng rushing to Nangong Wan'er's room with her in her arms, Yan Jiu'er was still shy and pleading, constantly slapping her weak arm to remind her.

"There are some things that I slowly get used to!" Zhen Cheng said a word domineeringly, strode into Nangong Wan'er's room with Yan Jiu'er in his arms, and locked the door with a quick movement.

"Huh? What about people? Walking into Nangong Wan'er's room, Zhen Cheng smelled the strong fragrance of tea, but he couldn't see Nangong Wan'er. I didn't have time to take a closer look, and I couldn't help but exclaim in annoyance.

"Come into the house and serve the king!" Nangong Wan'er's voice sounded in the direction of the bedroom, and in the hidden door, Nangong Wan'er's shy seduction and naughtiness were exuded.

"Damn! Delicious! Zhen Cheng was overjoyed, and rushed into Nangong Wan'er's room with a few arrows.

The moment the curtains closed and the bedroom door closed, the day turned into night. The sudden darkness made Zhen Cheng lose his mind for a short time, and when he opened his eyes and looked at everything, Zhen Cheng saw Nangong Wan'er lying on the wide bed in a wide pajamas, and couldn't help but feel a blood rush.

How many times have the women who have been together in Wushan Yunyu, and now the jade body is tempting Zhen Cheng. The nose is a little hot, and he needs a black corpse to cool it down, otherwise Zhen Cheng is really afraid that the beauty in front of him will run away, and he will die of a nosebleed.

The temperature of the room seemed to rise to forty degrees, fifty degrees, or even ninety degrees all at once; Zhen Cheng went crazy, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out in a thousandth of a second.

"Come, enemy! Let's turn the endless lovesickness into a moment of madness today! The beautiful and bewitching Nangong Wan'er is like a messenger from hell, her eyes flashing, and she is saying love words that provoke Zhen Cheng to go crazy.

"Xiexie, Wan'er!" Yan Jiu'er once again shed tears without fighting, can this cold beauty be recognized and accepted, is this the reward for her silent and selfless dedication?

"Don't thank me! We should punish him together! A hungry wolf who has just walked out of the mountains, I can't handle it alone, and neither can you! Nangong Wan'er watched Zhen Cheng put Yan Jiu'er on her bed, and let out an inaudible sigh, waiting for the baptism of a crazy storm.

The blooming of flowers needs the fragrance of the earth, and even more needs the watering of abundant rain.

When the * rain, the brave rain, desperately smashed over. Shouted out his voice and worked hard together, running on the road of spring. Let the loneliness be resurrected, let the death burn, and let the lingering flesh claim the glory of aiqing. I'm not talking about the high tide, I'm talking about the water of the Yellow River, rushing into the dry plateau loess, cracking the seeds of reproduction and folk songs!

Asking for innocence, debauchery and reasonableness, and shouting loudly are not catharsis, but a manifestation and expression of love to the extreme.

If you don't cry out about pain, you don't necessarily don't feel it. Not required, not necessarily not expected. If you don't cry, you don't necessarily have no scars. If you don't speak, you don't necessarily have no voice.

The stormy and wanton conquest will always have a moment to stop.

When the room smells of hormones and thinks about the heavy and silent gasps, it seems that there are only three people left in the entire shijie! Three people who have forgotten themselves and only have two women and one man who are lovers.

This must be a disdainful evaluation of many people, but so what?

Zhen Cheng's boldness, being loved by several girls, one of the main reasons is that he did not change his beloved because of other people's eyes, and he didn't lose himself because he didn't want to live in other people's eyes!

Can't feelings be greedy? Come to this shijie and go on a journey, can't you have cynical dreams?

Zhen Cheng doesn't want to pay attention to any morality and ethics, what Zhen Cheng has to do is to wait for his own with his heart, which is not earth-shattering.

No love is perfect, and no affection is flawless; aiqing and his lover can only be real. Although you are not the most haode, I only love you!

"I love you guys!" Zhen Cheng closed his eyes, one in one hand, tightly hugged his own happiness, and vented his feelings.

"Shh Nangong Wan'er was lying in Zhen Cheng's arms, quietly enjoying the perverted happiness and tranquility.

What is Rebellion? Nangong Wan'er rarely discussed it before, but at this moment, Nangong Wan'er experienced the taste of rebellion.

"I love you guys!" Yan Jiu'er's voice trembled and was full of pride. Thinking about the magnificent past, Yan Jiu'er suddenly felt like a flower blooming after the rain. It's not about lust, it's catharsis.

Flowers are the darling of rain, and why doesn't rain need flowers to prove it? The sweetness of the rain can make the flowers smile, and the moment when the flowers fall and wither, what feelings can the rain say.

"Wang-" Xiao Heibei squatted at the door of Nangong Wan'er, wailing very aggrievedly, venting his dissatisfaction and grievances.

"Wang-" Xiao Heibei couldn't stand it anymore, because Nangong Wan'er's room made another earth-shattering sound of rainstorm watering flowers.

PS: There are two more shifts, to be completed before 10 o'clock in the evening!