One song is over.

Helan turned her head slightly and looked at Wen Qingyun.

His eyes did not change, but they swelled with terrifying waves. It was nothing else, but his irrepressible feelings for her in his heart.

Helan stared at his handsome face as beautiful as an immortal, and said with a shallow smile, "Wen Qingyun, can I do your heart's work?" ”

Wen Qingyun opened his mouth slightly and did not speak. In the eyes of those amorous foxes, there was only Helan Wei's reflection at this time.

In his life, the most correct decision he made may be to marry Helan Susu.

Because, without Helan Susu, there would be no Helan Wei.

Her small, delicate little face can be covered by a slap, and her small body is always soft and glutinous; At the same time, she is bad, making him obsessed, making him sinking, making him jealous, and driving him crazy.

And this little her, the bad her, can only be his.

She can only do his, heart's blood.

Wen Qingyun thought, and her Adam's apple moved.

"Okay."

After that, he hugged He Lanwei, looked at her delicate red lips, and gently pressed them.

His kiss was very delicate and gentle this time, as if he was kissing some peerless treasure. Helan Wei gradually melted into a puddle of spring water in his tenderness, and softened his body.

On the autumn night when winter is about to begin, a cold wind has already risen. Wen Qingyun reluctantly left the seductive red lips and smiled wickedly. He gently removed the scarlet robe, propped it up with one hand, and gently hooked her chin with the other, and leaned forward.

Wen Qingyun ...... It's outside! You beast! ”

"No matter."

Immediately afterward, a series of indescribable sounds were heard. Even the moon shyly hid in the clouds.

In the depths of her love, Helan hugged Wen Qingyun's neck tightly, and she whispered in his ear, "Wen Qingyun, I love you." ”

Wen Qingyun looked at her with a tender face, but the movements on his body did not stop, and his voice was extremely charming because of emotion: "Talk about it again." ”

"Wen Qingyun, I love you."

"Again."

"Wen Qingyun, I love you."

"Again."

Wen Qingyun ...... I love...... Woo......"

Suddenly, someone domineeringly sealed the delicate little mouth, and there was another suffocating lingering.

After a long time, seeing that Helan was slightly out of breath, he was willing to let go.

"Weiwei...... I love you too. ”

Immediately after, it was another pavilion.

……

Following.

Snow Micro Pavilion.

It took Helan a morning to finally make a deck of playing cards.

In ancient times, there was nothing, and it was not bad to play poker occasionally and pass the time.

Wen Qingyun looked at the pile of pokers and raised his eyebrows, "Weiwei, how do you use this thing?" ”

This time, even the normally silent Glaive leaned over to take a look.

Helan cleared her throat slightly and told them the rules.

After hearing this, the two big men nodded as if they didn't understand.

"However, if there are three people, you can only play the landlord. It's a little more fun to divide four people into two groups. Helan looked at Wen Qingyun slightly, then at Yanyue, and shrugged helplessly.

"Isn't there still a king?"

Suddenly, a laughing male voice came from the outer courtyard. I saw Wen Hexuan striding in, "What strange things are you playing with this king behind your back?" Show it to the king. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the playing cards and examined them carefully.

"Sixth sister-in-law, what is this? How to play? ”

"It's playing cards."

So, Helan Wei took the trouble to explain the rules again.

Wen Hexuan shook the folding fan and smiled confidently, "Okay, this king has listened." Let's go! ”