Chapter 12: The National Goddess, Yan Nair

The little hand indiscriminately violated the man's chest muscles, and Mu Qinghuan said confidently, "Male god, obey me!" ”

"How?" The man's tone is playful.

"It's simple, get down on your knees and sing conquest!"

"How do you sing it?"

"Oh~~~ I was conquered by you like this~~~" Mu Qinghuan's voice was enough to circle the earth.

Something is wrong, why is she singing Conquest?

"Male god, marry me!" Mu Qinghuan stood on tiptoe and wrapped his heels around the male god's neck, feeling the scorching body temperature, and completely blindfolded.

Depressed, is she in a dream, or in reality?

Pat your face, why doesn't your face hurt and your head is dizzy?

What did she just say, can she go back?

How can you be so casual just because this man has a little muscle? What's the festival?

The lockdown was enough to look at Mu Qinghuan for two minutes.

Just when Mu Qinghuan's chin was resting against the wall, constantly banging his head, and he was about to face the wall to think about it, Feng Cheng spit out a word, "Okay." ”

Good?

He agreed? Agree to marry her?

Well, then get married!

Even if she is abandoned by Huangfu Han, she is still wanted!

"Husband, you have to promise me something very important!" Hot-headed, Mu Qinghuan grasped the people's Feng Xiaocheng, Nunu snorted, "It can only be mine alone!" No other hostesses! ”

Mu Qinghuan's strength was a little heavy, and the face of the lockdown immediately became unsightly, and he looked down in disbelief......

This woman......

"Take it away." The tone of the lockdown was still as cold as usual, the voice was not abnormal at all, and the little hand that covered her was really strong.

"No, you haven't promised me yet!" Pouting, Mu Qing looked at him angrily and aggrievedly.

Feng Cheng hugged Mu Qinghuan and privately stopped her hand from moving again, "Okay, I can promise you......"

Mu Qinghuan suddenly let go of his little hand, and Feng Xiaocheng was rescued.

"Wait for me!" Mu Qinghuan patted his head, and after thinking of something, he suddenly pushed away the closure and stumbled towards the dance floor.

Feng Cheng thought that Mu Qinghuan was drunk and crazy, and held her wrist hard, "I don't have much face, you save a little loss." ”

Mu Qinghuan's eyes were resentful, "But, I'...... I don't have my hukou booklet, can you wait for me...... I'm going home to get my household register! ”

Lockdown suddenly felt funny, "What are you anxious about?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll run away with other women!" Mu Qinghuan pushed away the clamp of the closed city, walked two steps and then folded back, tightened the shirt of the closed city, and warned viciously, "You must wait for me to come back and marry me!" ”

Lockdown lowered her head, and her vision fell right on her clean and clear eyes.

That's a pair of ...... Very simple and harmless eyes.

Moving his gaze downward, he looked at her red tear mole, "Mu, Qing, Huan, you will be my Mrs. Feng!" I'll marry you! ”

"No, I'm going to stamp you!" With a cunning look, Mu Qinghuan bit down his chest until he had no strength, and then he stopped.

Alcohol mixed with saliva, sank into the tooth mark, collided with the blood, just one word, pain.

How dare she make a mark on him?

In the world, there is no second woman who dares to do this!

When the city is locked down, where is the delicate shadow?

She was clamoring to get married, and she was in a relationship with him.

She said she would come, so let's wait for her......

On the other hand, fashionable and young women with bright makeup are paying attention to the lockdown from afar.

Yan Nell is known as the national goddess.

She walked with elegant cat steps, lazily looking at the lockdown, she knew that he had been looking for his beloved mother for so many years, and the only clue was this bar, what kind of woman was enough to climb into the bed of the lockdown?

Yan Naier's tone was mixed with jealousy, "Fourth brother, who was that woman just now?" ”