"What? There are still seven ways to return? Wang Wei's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, his expression was much older, and he returned to his room like a walking corpse, and soon the maid came in with hot water to prepare for washing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Wei's heart was cold, he was now like a headless fly, Zhang Renjie in front of him couldn't be killed, there were still seven of the twelve people, how should the next chess go? Although I am not afraid of them, it is certainly not possible to let them unite. You can't do that, you can't.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have any countermeasures for a while, standing in front of the bronze mirror and looking at himself inside, he could only take one step at a time for the sake of today's plan.

Early in the morning, Meng Ting hadn't gotten up yet. A small crow flew into He Zehui's room silently, which she had sent to deliver the letter. When I opened it, it was clearly written: "In the spring of the next year, the troops will enter the northwest." ”

Xue Yiqiao also walked over lightly and whispered: "After a while, follow the order of the big toast." ”

He Zehui nodded seriously, turned around and seemed to think of something interesting again, striding without a lady's appearance at all. Pushing open the door, she rushed to Meng Ting's room, and from the day she lived here, the morning was simply Meng Ting's nightmare. No, here we go again.

"Bang, bang, bang~" kept banging on the door, and some immature shouted: "Big lazy worm, don't get up yet!" Big lazy worm, get up for me! ”

Meng Ting, who was sleeping, seemed to have a beautiful dream, his mouth was slightly open, saliva kept flowing down the corners of his mouth, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls from time to time, and unconsciously there was a little more damp mark on his pajamas.

Chunmeng was without a trace, and was enjoying the pleasure, suddenly He Zehui's voice kept shouting, and he got up directly from the bed, let out a long breath, and had a black face, "It's early in the morning, and you don't let the labor and management sleep?" Today, I have to give you the Fa-rectification on the spot! Otherwise, you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has. ”

In a rage, he dragged his shoes on his feet and opened the door directly.

He Zehui is playing with joy, and thinks this person is too interesting~ So he will play the role of an alarm clock every day, and he is also happy to do it~

The door opened suddenly, Meng Ting didn't say a word, pulled He Zehui into the room, closed the door, put his left hand on his knees, and dragged his back with his right hand.

"Yikes! What are you doing? A little white face looked a little panicked, and no man dared to look like this to her. With such intimate contact, Meng Ting's breath seemed to be felt in his ears, and it didn't take long for his earlobes to begin to redden, this red color burned to his cheeks like a fire.

Although he kept shouting, he always had a special feeling in his heart, and he enjoyed the intimate contact at this moment. My mind was blank for an instant, I forgot everything, I forgot who she was, what her identity was, what she was going to do here, I only knew that in the ice and snow, this man was pestered by himself to tell a story, touched the color of the sugar gourd on his face, there was nothing to do, bullied and bullied him, I always felt that this person looked very strange, very interested, and his refusal made him feel particularly funny, so he would pester him to get up every morning.

Meng Ting directly threw He Zehui on his bed, and he hurriedly got into the quilt, and the two of them slept together like this, sideways, facing each other.

Without words, He Zehui was completely stunned. I didn't know what to do, and I was thrown into the quilt by Meng Ting without resistance at all, my voice was as thin as a fly and mosquito, and I lowered my head very shyly, not daring to look at Meng Ting with a monkey face at all: "What do you want?" The voice was also a little stammering, and he kept squeezing his hands tightly in the bed, and he was at a loss.

Meng Ting is also a man with strong blood, and he was a little angry in the garrison all day long, but after He Zehui came, he added countless fun to his life, although he was joking with him and bullying him, but he was never angry, even if he harassed his sweet dreams every day, he didn't care. Today is also a sudden kind of frivolity rushed into his mind, so he made such a move, now sleeping in the same bed, Meng Ting looked at her apple-like red face, and really had no other thoughts for a while, in his heart, he always felt that this girl did not belong to him, did not belong here, and there would be other futures. I don't want to ruin such an innocent her, I always have to leave, why be sentimental? The memories that I took out many years later, I hope it is a happy time, not regret, I am a soldier, a sword in the hands of my son, where he said, where to rush. Maybe one day she will be wrapped in a corpse and return, so why bother to be amorous and leave her sad. Such an innocent pair of eyes, it would be a pity if they were used to cry.

Then he lifted the quilt, got up, put on his boots, picked up the coat on the shelf next to him, put them on one by one, and pretended to be angry and said to He Zehui, who was still sluggish on the bed: "Let me let you go today, go out quickly." Otherwise, it will really gallop you! ”

"Pentium?" He Zehui seemed to be interested, a pair of small hands supported her head, her body was flushed sideways, and the quilt outlined the curves of her figure. Like a little girl encountering something particularly curious, "Galloping? What do you mean? Can you ride a horse on this bed? ”

Maybe only she would be so naïve as she could say the words of riding a horse in bed, yes, it seems to be that. Meng Ting's face instantly turned black like the bottom of the pot, his head was full of black lines, and he thought to himself, is this girl really not in the world? Or is it estimated to be pure? Riding a horse on the bed, she said it out.

"Hurry, hurry up. I'm going to the river to prepare for the gold rush, so get up for me. Meng Ting really didn't have a problem with her, so he could only say that.

He Zehui was endless, her mouth pursed, her arms withdrew, and she lay on Meng Ting's bed on all fours. The little head is biased, and the coquettish appearance is really unique, "No, I won't leave." Don't you tell me what you mean by Pentium. I, I'm not leaving. Sleep this at night, too! ”

As soon as she heard that she was not leaving, she originally planned that you would not leave and I would go, but when she heard the latter sentence, she also slept here at night, Meng Ting really couldn't help it, she knew this girl's temper very well, and she was completely out of her words and done. He didn't doubt it in the slightest.

Meng Ting stopped dressing and asked an inexplicable word: "I don't want you to cry in the future, let's go." Stop it. "A serious look, this time it can be seen that Meng Ting is telling the truth.

"Crying and living is like having no memories, right? Why do you ask this? He Zehui was completely confused, and began to wonder if Meng Ting had a problem with his brain.

When Meng Ting heard this, he thought about it, and he was also a person who didn't think about it when he died. That's also a kind of life's shortcoming. "Well, she's right. Kindness. That's all, no problem. ”

turned around, without saying a word, the clothes on the bed just now were immediately thrown aside, got into the quilt, and directly pressed He Zehui under him, as if he had a feeling of turning over.

He Zehui didn't resist at the moment, and it didn't take long for there to be more women's clothes on the ground, such as red belly pockets.

"It hurts~ What are you doing?" This morning has a little more of a pink flavor.

Ouyang Jiaojiao may never have imagined it, and the people in He Zehui's tribe couldn't have imagined that her goddess would do such a thing with a man of different races.