His eyes were as black as ink, and he looked at Yan Sheng with a heavy gaze, "I said the wrong thing before, I shouldn't have said that I should let other men take care of you more." ”

"You are my wife, I take care of myself."

After listening to Yan Sheng's heart, he felt a little more relaxed, and the corners of his mouth raised, fortunately, it was not hopeless.

She suppressed the upturned corners of her mouth and asked, "How are you going to take care of it?"

Fu Zhan looked thoughtful, and thought for a long time before he spoke: "

"One Phase in the Middle" Ninety-one: Sweet Honey is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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