Ye Xiaotian stepped on the snow with a limp, staring at the beautiful back in front of him. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info recited words in his mouth: "It's really violent, you can't get married in the future, and I'll draw a circle and curse you when I go back." ”

Ying Han looked at Ye Xiaotian with a funny expression...... Ah, no, very proud: "You just don't clean up." “

Ye Xiaotian put on a posture of following the path, and said bitterly: "Girl, my brother is actually for your good, and women should be gentle and lovely, gentle and virtuous, and suitable for IKEA." Otherwise, if you can't get married, don't cry your nose! “

Hearing Ye Xiaotian's words, Ying Han fell silent, didn't answer, pursed his lips and didn't say a word, with a trace of pain and heartbreaking longing in his expression.

Looking at the changes on Ying Han's face, Ye Xiaotian wanted to pump himself again.

Hongchen woman, she doesn't expect these extravagantly, although she is a Qing person, she is always in the Fengyue place, and her reputation is inevitably damaged.

The relationship between the Qing and the prostitutes is very delicate, like a silver ticket and money, money is not necessarily a silver ticket, but a silver ticket must be money.

Watching TV series, there are always Qinglou Oiran who dedicate themselves to literary competition, not to mention whether it is true or not. But how many women can be so lucky, and in the end, they all fall into the abyss for the sake of money in order to survive because of a series of reasons such as the passage of time, the loss of incense and jade, and the newcomer's superiority. Times are changing, but the nature of cannibalism in society has never changed in the slightest, this is a reality!

"Ahem, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. It's so cold, ah, you're not cold, put my clothes on you. Ye Xiaotian was smoking himself in his heart and snorting lame haha.

Ying Han looked back and smiled bitterly: "Lang Jun has nowhere to go tonight?"

Ye Xiaotian was stunned, this rhythm was wrong. His ideal scene should be that the woman has a sad look of pear blossoms and rain, and then Ye Dagongzi takes it into his arms, and then comforts him with emotion and reason.

The woman was so talented and clever that she was ...... Well, I know that righteousness conquers. wants to dedicate himself to himself, Ye Xiaotian adheres to the central idea of the idol Yanagishita Megumi refuses. The woman offered again, and Ye Xiaotian continued to be reserved. It takes three rounds to break it up. After spending a good time, the merit is fully discharged, and it is good!

If you think about it, you will be moved by your own high wind and bright festival, the kind that is in an uproar!

When Ye Xiaotian was immersed in his own obscenity and couldn't extricate himself, Ying Han suddenly said: "Saliva is flowing out."

Ye Xiaotian wiped his unwarranted saliva embarrassedly, looked at Ying Han and touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Ah, I'm ashamed to say ......."

Without waiting for Ye Xiaotian to finish speaking, Ying Han said, "Then go to my place for a night!" The sound is beautiful!

"Ahh Yes? Ye Xiaotian was stunned again, the pace was so fast, he felt a little kidney loss, and he was so kind.

Putting on a delicate posture of 'girl, please respect yourself', Ye Xiaotian said with a thin groan: "People are serious artists, and they don't sell their bodies." I'm not the kind of person you think I am! The last sentence is outrageous. Just attracted a look of disdain and banter, is it swollen?

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Walking into this antique women's boudoir with even more limp steps, Ye Xiaotian felt like a world away, and then he believed that he had really crossed over. It's not a dream, I really can't go back!

In ancient times before the Manchu Qing Dynasty, it was not as frustrating as the men and women who are rumored to be defending it now, otherwise it would not be as unforgettable as Liu Lanfang and Jiao Zhongqing peacocks flying southeast. There is no such hooligan as "the belt gradually widens and never regrets it", which is a hooligan poem.

Of course, it's not so serious just for ordinary men and women, these people don't include people like powerful ladies and wealthy women, if they don't know whether they are alive or dead, they will not agree very happily, and they must turn their faces. However, under the guise of a little white face, people like the little fresh meat muscular man who are raised by these people can be excluded. For example, the bald fresh meat that has been a green hat for a certain brother for more than a thousand years in history, and so on.

Yinghan's residence should be regarded as an ancient staff dormitory, the backyard of the green building, and the front yard belongs to the wind and dust woman. Pick-up from accommodations is in the front yard.

The cold room is not big, simple and clean, antique, full of light fragrance. There is a dressing table near the window, which displays the makeup of women in ancient times. Ye Xiaotian hurriedly glanced at it, and it was obvious that Yinghan, this sister, didn't like makeup very much, and there were very few things.

There is a screen on the ground, and a few plum blossoms are embroidered on the pale blue silk cloth, which is clean and pleasing to the eye. Behind the screen, it is estimated that there is a bed that reflects the cold. With Brother Xiaotian's upright and gentlemanly temperament, it is absolutely disrespectful, mainly because his feet hurt too much, and he doesn't want to be stepped on anymore for the time being.

There was a desk in front of the screen, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table were complete, and Ye Ouba, who was born as a scumbag, was suddenly a little ashamed, thinking that his desk was either Gu Long or Jin Yong, and Mr. Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's works were also pirated on the table, and toys and puzzles were mixed in it. In short, what is placed on the desk has little to do with studying, if you insist on having something to do with it, it is not nothing, they have given Xiao Tiange the powerful skill of not blushing and not beating when he opens his eyes and says nonsense.

There is a pipa guzheng on the wall of the room, which is the standard configuration of the Qing people.

The Qing Dynasty of the ancient Qinglou and the contemporary female singers are actually similar in nature, and most of them make a living from their talents. Of course, there are also some singers like some singers today, everyone has a similar lower limit, and occasionally works part-time in other red light industries. Harmonious society, more work and more rewards!

Obviously, Yinghan belongs to pure talent.

Ying Han was stared at by a man in his boudoir like this, his face couldn't help but turn a little crimson, and he snorted softly: "You're hungry, I'll go find you something to eat."

Looking at Ying Han's crimson face, Ye Xiaotian also felt rude, scratched his head in embarrassment and thanked him, he is here, there is no need to be too restrained, there is a chance to return it in the future.

After Yinghan walked out, Ye Xiaotian felt bored, walked to the desk in front of the screen, and admired it.

There are some popular lyrics written on the paper, listening to the tunes of those people in the front yard. Xiao Tian, who has seen the mountains and rivers, suddenly feels that everything is floating clouds.

Thinking about it, his eyes lit up again, and he seemed to probably have to lead the fashion trend of Datang. What are you worried about in the future, Charlotte's general ** silk counterattack.

Goddesses, yachts, bay villas, uniformed maids I'm coming! This is the value of life, wahahahahahahahaha......

Brother Xiao Tian instantly resurrected from the sadness of losing his usual money, and he had the courage to upgrade the big boss level. Don't want it.

Picked up the pen to brush the brush, looking at what he had written, Ye Xiaotian's eyebrows were twisted into, so ugly and ugly~ Touching his handsome face again, Zi said: Words are like people, the ancients were really deceiving me! It is estimated that the son should jump in the coffin and scold his mother, and when he met such a fool, the son burst into tears. You don't study hard, blame me!

Twisting his eyebrows and humming the words he stole in disgust, Ye Xiaotian's eyebrows slowly stretched. Sure enough, I'm still suitable for art, and it's obviously much simpler than making up love action novels for Fang Yiai's bastard, and it's noble, and my whole body exudes a cute and innocent light.

When Yinghan came in with the food, Ye Xiaotian immediately concentrated on the food without saying a word.

What about dreams? What about the image? Is the cute and cute shy and embarrassed? What the hell is that? Well, the soup is good.

Ye Xiaotian is quite gentlemanly and drinks the clear soup, and there is really no one with the orchid finger holding the spoon, but this guy still feels good about himself, and puts on a posture of winning Xu Gongsai Pan An. Are you like Wei Zhongxian, who has not been castrated?

"You wrote the things on the table?" Ying Han looked at the things on the table and asked Ye Xiaotian, who was in a posture.

"Ah, ugliness, ugliness, but occasional inspiration. I'm ashamed to say it. Ye Xiaotian is still extremely reserved, and if he doesn't have that arrogant and underwhelming look, it is still very pleasing to the eye.

"Well, it's really ugly, you should be ashamed."

"Poof......" Ye Xiaotian almost choked to death with a mouthful of soup.

You can die if you are so hypocritical! Come here, I want to talk to you about life and ideals, and teach you various postures of being a human being.

Ye Xiaotian began to wonder if to put some scenes like "I'm angry and even I'm afraid of myself".