Yan Ying's words were very lethal, Nangong Han was very annoyed, he had tensed his nerves all the time over the years, like a foraging tiger,

Always be vigilant, but give this girl three times and two teasing.

For this girl, Nangong Han first felt a little powerless, there are many problems in this world that money and power can't do.

Just like his title of God of War, he can't make his mother appear in people's eyes openly,

He can give his mother any material comforts, and he can't extinguish the deep hatred in his mother's heart.

Nangong Han glanced at Yan Ying and thought: Hatred, do you know? That's a monstrous hatred, and it's hard for you to be immune to this hatred.

Thinking of this, Nangong Han couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand, if she was allowed to die like this, would it be cheaper for her?

Nangong Han only hesitated slightly.

How could Yan Ying, who was already hanging around the Ghost Gate, be restrained, and directly held her breath and concentrated on the horsepower, and kicked directly towards Nangong Han's crotch with a ruthless and precise kick.

Nangong Han instantly let go of his hand, and covered his crotch with a dark face: "How can you woman not be light or heavy, if this kick is broken, how can you discuss the problem of living people." ”

"Let's talk about it differently." Yan Ying turned over, completely unaware of how much strength she had just now.

Nangong Han was embarrassed to rub it again, and even more embarrassed to take off his pants to see if he had kicked it badly, and he just wanted to attack again with a blue face.

I only heard Yan Ying, who turned her back, singing in a low voice: "When I was young,

The people around me said that they couldn't shed tears

After I matured

Say to the mirror that I can't regret it

Wandering in a range non-stop

The mind is constantly reincarnated on the lifeline

People sleep day and night with masks in their hands

I'm exhausted

When I was in tears

But they forgot how to weep in their eyes...... It's not a sin for a man to cry, no matter how strong a person is, he has the right to be tired. ”

Yan Ying didn't turn around to look at Nangong Han, she just turned her back and sang over and over again, mainly because she was afraid of turning around and seeing a scene that she shouldn't see.

Then he silently wiped his neck.

Nangong Han went from being impatient at the beginning to being quiet to reaching out and wiping the corners of his eyes.

Damn, what's that? You can't really cry, do you?

Stabilization...

Nangong Han pulled the quilt, buried himself in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't fart in the quilt." ”

Nangong Han didn't remind him, but as soon as he reminded Yan Ying, he felt that the sweet potato at night really shouldn't be eaten.

When Yan Ying couldn't bear it anymore, she wanted to secretly open the quilt, but Nangong Han's big hand was on Yan Ying's waist.

Yan Ying couldn't hold back、、、

Nangong Han poked his head out of the bed angrily: "You did it on purpose?" ”

"No, the prince deliberately didn't come to this kind of thing." Yan Ying consciously raised her hands.

She really didn't mean to.

"It's okay to breathe up." Nangong Han said stubbornly.

Yan Ying rolled her eyes and put down her raised hands: "Why don't you take revenge on me, Lord Wang?" ”

Nangong Han hadn't thought about it yet.

Yan Ying herself said: "No matter how you look at it, our Han King is not a person who will be repaid, you see that the suave and suave people are surging, and such a dirty thing must be disdainful." ”

Nangong Han endured it: "You have a point. ”

Nangong Han felt that Yan Ying's words were quite acceptable, unlike the right and wrong uploaded on the street, where was he so thrilled.

After all, he's not a ghost story.

"Your song is quite special." Nangong Han remembered the song just now, he seemed to have never heard it, and said casually.

"A song for a tael of silver." Yan Ying spread out her white hand and said.

"You're a singer."

"The little woman sells herself and doesn't sell her art." Yan Ying retorted.

"Selling?" The moonlight shone on Nangong Han's face, looking like a blooming epiphany, and Yan Ying was actually demented to see it.

"Actually, you don't need silver." Yan Ying actually blurted out in a ghost.

Damn, lust obsessed.

After Yan Ying realized her mistake, she hurriedly explained: "It's singing and not silver." ”

"I want to cover it up." Nangong Han pulled the quilt and said lazily.

"I'm really saying that you don't want silver when you rap, don't want a bow and a snake shadow, and suspect your neighbor of stealing an axe." Yan Ying said weakly.

"Who suspected the neighbor of stealing the axe?" Nangong Han turned around, and his lips just landed on Yan Ying's cherry mouth.

Soft and sweet, Nangong Han's head was blank.

Yan Ying, who came back to her senses, pushed Nangong Han away, stretched out her hand and rubbed her lips rudely: "Didn't you say that I am not a woman?" ”

Nangong Han immediately turned around, he could clearly feel that he was red behind the roots of his ears, he really didn't mean it just now.

After all, Yan Ying hasn't opened up yet, so he shouldn't be hungry.

But what did it feel like to be numb in my heart?

Nangong coldly picked up his fist and gently smashed the side of the bed.

Although the movements were gentle, Yan Ying still felt it: "Are you annoyed and angry? ”

"Yes!" Nangong Han was vague.

"Oh!"

The topic ended, in exchange for a long silence.

"You can sing the song again, I think it's a little different." It was Nangong Han who broke the silence first.

"Yes." Yan Ying, who was already a little dazed, answered, consciously turned her back and sang in a low voice.

I don't know how long it took, but the singing became quieter, and even quieter in the room.

Sure that the person behind him was already asleep, Nangong Han wanted to turn Yan Ying over, but in response to him, the sound of slow breathing: gently shallow.

Nangong Han was really angry on the way when he first came, and he wanted to reason with Yan Ying.

As a result, the girl went to bed, and before he could start settling the score, the girl sang and cried him, and let out a fart, and finally the perpetrator fell asleep first.

Asleep!!

He was lying down in a regular manner just now, but now he is asleep on his back, and he still threw one hand on Nangong Han's chest.

Nangong Han threw the hand back in disgust, and inadvertently glanced at Yan Ying who was wearing a middle coat.

It's unsightly. Really as I said just now, some well-trained men are more interesting than him, so they simply sleep with their eyes closed.

Anyway, I can't see the flowers anymore.

And there was no reaction when I saw it, just like Hu Fei who looked bare-chested.

Nangong Han was a little suspicious of his orientation.

Fortunately, after thinking back to the crispy numb feeling that fell on Yan Ying's lips just now, her lips were still bright red and soft.

Nangong Han slowly leaned over, and sneakily dropped a kiss on Yan Ying's lips, but the result was still the same as just now, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

He felt it was another delusion and tried again.

This was repeated several times, but fortunately, he clicked on Yan Ying's faint point, otherwise Yan Ying would definitely have come down with another kick.

Nangong Han smiled and tried again and again, and he was actually a little happy.

After he reacted, he raised his hand and slapped himself: "It's really unproductive, is this a woman?" ”

A little frustrated, he lay down far away from Yan Ying and forced himself to remain motionless.

But his mind was still confused: how could there be such soft lips, like marshmallows.

It seems that it is time for him to marry a princess.

Nangong Han filtered all the marriageable daughters in his mind, and he didn't seem to like anything.

turned sideways and looked at Yan Ying, even more disgusted.

He was really confused today, and before he knew it, Nangong Han also fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, there was a sound outside the window, and Nangong Han opened his eyes vigilantly.