Fang Zhongyong opened his wardrobe, took out a set of clean and tidy clothes from the top grid, and gently placed it beside Wang Ziyue. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Yue'er, be careful of catching a cold, we'll talk about tonight's affairs later, let's change dry clothes first."

Fang Zhongyong said, he turned his back lightly and added some charcoal fire to the charcoal basin, so that when Wang Ziyue changed his clothes, the room would be warmer.

Wang Ziyue gently took off her shirt while watching Fang Zhongyong's willow-like moves. On the one hand, I feel admiration, but on the other hand, I feel faintly sad:

Is it because Zhongyong is a righteous gentleman? Or is it because he really, just wants to take good care of me, like taking care of a younger sister, but, he never thought about it... Other......

At this time, Teacher Cang and Ma Erya, who was called by her to come to see the excitement, and Chai Lin, who happened to come to Fang Zhongyong to discuss things, the three of them had already poked a big hole in the window paper, and they all lay outside Fang Zhongyong's room, waiting to watch the live broadcast of "Bianjing Fever".

Ma Erya and Teacher Cang, seeing that Wang Ziyue was about to take off their clothes, rushed to cover Chai Lin's eyes with one person and one hand, and even Chai Lin's nostrils were covered with nervousness.

Chai Lin opened his mouth speechlessly to breathe, and said in his heart:

There is really a problem with this little party, the pill, it is even sent to the door with a stunning beauty like Wang Ziyue, and it doesn't take advantage of the danger of others?

But after thinking about it again, for Wang Ziyue, if it were himself, I am afraid it would be difficult to make a move to take advantage of others. After all, what my brother wants is that this girl is willing, not just people, not hearts.

Thinking about it again, isn't it right, Wang Ziyue's heart was already there for Fang Zhongyong? Now it's such a great opportunity to get people. Fang Zhongyong, Fang Zhongyong, I didn't expect you to have the idea of guarding herself for her and give up a great stallion opportunity for the sake of that fold.

This is really, what is the situation in the world, it is just one thing descending from one thing.

Fang Zhongyong was fiddling with the charcoal fire at this time, and at the same time looking at the hole of the torn boss on the door, and the three faces behind the big hole, he was simply speechless:

TM Lao Tzu is not blind, do you three dare to open the whole door to take a look, I want Lao Tzu to play live broadcast.

But looking at the moment when Ma Erya and Teacher Cang covered Chai Lin's eyes together, it must have been because Wang Ziyue was changing clothes, Fang Zhongyong's heart was warm again, and he smiled slightly: Forget it, if you don't demolish you, so as not to be ashamed of Wang Ziyue.

Wang Ziyue changed her clothes and rested for a while, and then Fang Zhongyong sent Wang Ziyue back to his room.

When Wang Ziyue came back after sending him off, Chai Lin and the others had already entered Fang Zhongyong's room.

Chai Lin took out some of the arrangements for this year's Shangyuan Lantern Festival and discussed it with Fang Zhongyong.

Ma Erya and Teacher Cang served tea to one another, and the other put away Wang Ziyue's wet clothes and ordered them to go down and wash them.

"What are the new projects for this year's Shangyuan Lantern Festival, and what do you think?" Chai Lin unfolded the paper arranged by the program, and turned his head to Fang Zhongyong's yin and yang strange qi.

Without waiting for Chai Lin to pretend to be finished, Fang Zhongyong raised his hand and slapped Chai Lin's head: "My lord, your head is big-"

"Hey, you've fallen in love with a female general, and now you're also taking the military general's route? Do you dare a gentleman to move his mouth and not do it? Chai Lin rubbed his head and continued to smile:

"You are now an official person, although you are still young and have not yet been weakly crowned, but our brothers are always called by such a straight name, which is somewhat undignified, isn't it?"

"What's so unseemly?" Fang Zhongyong adhered to the style of his era that did not like trouble, glanced at Chai Lin, and instructed:

"Don't talk about those etiquette to Lao Tzu, you own home, not outside, where are those rules? Besides, isn't it still years before the crown? ”

"That's not what you say," Chai Lin crossed his legs, sat down on a rocking chair, stretched his head to Fang Zhongyong's side, and said stupidly:

"Although in my own house, there are a lot of girls and maids, and they have spread out, but they are always not like words, you see now, Wang Ziyue, Ma Erya, these people around me are all Zhongyong Zhongyong all day long, are they like words?"

"What's not like it, the name is to be called, and the etiquette is all poor and exquisite, it's just pretending to be outside.

If you, your own people, are also paying attention to me all day long, then you are not restrained? Fang Zhongyong looked at the program list, thinking a little bit about this year's Shangyuan Lantern Festival, what new tricks can be made.

"According to me, it's also your expression, what is the word [posthumous], it's too ugly, I really can't think about it, if you let Ma Erya chase you every day and call your brother, I should say that you are dead? Or alive? ”

Chai Lin said it unintentionally, but Fang Zhongyong's listener was very aftertasted.

Yes, when you come through time, isn't it just a "legacy world", left behind in this world? So is he dead or alive?

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies and me, who is who?

If I replace Fang Zhongyong's soul, then, in another world, will Fang Zhongyong enter my body? ……

Fang Zhongyong was taken aback by his own brain hole, no, no, no, he thought too much, it was a bit poisonous. Let's go back to the theme of the Shangyuan Lantern Festival.

Fang Zhongyong thought to himself, pulled Chai Lin's head, and began to talk to him about his own arrangements in his ear.

……

When she woke up, she was swaying a beautiful and charming snow wolf head in front of her, staring at her with a pair of blue and green eyes without any malice. From time to time, he also stretched out his tongue and licked her face and body, which was very intimate.

As soon as he touched his shoulder, his clothes and armor had been torn off, and a large piece of his body was exposed.

When I looked closely, the wounds on the shoulders and arms were covered with herbs, the green chewed very broken herbs covered the body that was still white, the shoulders as white as chalcedony, and then inside, the Victoria's Secret Angel's underwear given by Fang Zhongyong was faintly visible, and it was already bloodstained.

The snow wolf still woke up when he saw it, opened his mouth like a smile with a doting face, and said "ahhhh

Wangcai stepped forward, said a soft "ah-woo-" to Zheyi, and put his head on Zhiyi's hand, showing his unusual friendliness.

Then, he reluctantly took Fang Zhongyong's jade pei into his hand. He rubbed his head against his hand.

Not far away, a familiar fragrance made the whole person more sober.

Zhen Zhen's stomach "growled" twice, and she looked intently at a huge iron pot stand not far from her, steaming and smelling.

This, this is the stove built by the wolf? Boiling broth? Or are there still people living here?

Well, it's more elaborate than the earthen marching stove, which is also the life of the best wolf.

Thinking of this, Zhe Zhen's stomach began to rumble again.