The marriage came as promised.

Master Zhou's mansion was full of joy.

“...... Send it to the cave. ”

At this moment, there was an unusually quiet path beside a grove somewhere outside the city, and a carriage had been parked there.

The sun sets and the moon rises.

He Zishan rubbed Bai Xuefei's little head helplessly, "She won't come, let's go back, it's cold, the dew is heavy, be careful of catching a cold." ”

Feng Mingshu got up suddenly, stood on the car, looked at the brightly lit direction from a distance, sighed, and then took a deep breath, curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Brother He, I want to eat roast suckling pig, roast goose, rabbit legs, braised duck head, ......"

The food never failed her.

Chapter 113 of "Clotted Fat "Fox Spirit" in Farming": The purpose is not pure is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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