Genius remembered for a second, "Love ♂ ÷ small? Say →', provide you with wonderful novels to read. "Master Han, you must be dreaming, a whimsical dream."

Wu Meng hummed, as long as she didn't admit it, even if Han Che remembered it.

It wasn't necessarily that his retreat was effective, maybe it wouldn't have been useful to come that night.

Han Che glanced at her: "You don't admit it?" Very good. ”

He said and pulled him to Wumeng and left.

Wumeng shouted: "Where are you going to take me, my clothes are all wet, I want to change my clothes." ”

"Change something, I'm going to take it off anyway." Han Che replied without being shocked, and the force of pinching her wrist was two points heavier.

"Shameless, let me go." Wumeng tried hard to shake his hand.

struggled for a while, but his hand weighed a thousand pounds and couldn't shake it off.

Wumeng wanted to cry a little, because Mao herself was so fragile in Han Che's hands, she was the number one killer in the world.

Something must have gone wrong, Han Che is sure? Not personally.

No wonder he was the only one who had blue eyes with a double hook.

It's either a monster or a monster.

"I'm going to check if that night was a dream or not." Han Che looked back at Wumeng's face, which was flushed with anger, and hooked his lips.

Deliberately, the death of Han Che must be deliberate.

Wumeng was a little panicked, she didn't want to do that with him anymore, she was tired and sour, more tired than killing someone.

I really don't know how the women in the Golan courtyard can behave so comfortably. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

In fact, Wu Meng also doubted whether it was her own problem, she didn't know much about this aspect, and it was not easy to ask people.

So after the last time, she quietly hid in the Goolan courtyard and observed for a few days, and found that everyone else was very comfortable and excited to do this.

Wu dreams and thinks about it, and the mind flies.

Han Che squinted at her, seeing that her mind was a little distracted, and she didn't know what the hell she was thinking.

As soon as the big palm pressed her around her waist, she jumped up, and flew into a mansion with a few ups and downs.

The house is planted with plums all over the yard, just in winter, and blooming, it looks a little depressed.

There are red lanterns hanging on the verandah, which adds a little joy.

"Where is this?" Wumeng asked suspiciously.

"A place to worship." Han Che replied lightly.

Wumeng's eyes lit up: "Even if you have a conscience and know that you are going to come to Sister Yiyi's wedding, I will go to find clothes to change into." ”

Wu Meng broke free of his hand to change clothes, but when he turned around, he found Han Che staring at her in a vague manner.

"Why, I can't go to a wedding like this, and I'm cold!"

Wumeng's body shrunk, the sun had already set, and the wet clothes were getting colder and colder against his body.

Han Che stared at her tightly: "You don't need to change it, it's good like this, you have to take it off anyway." ”

"What do you mean?" Wumeng clasped her hands on her waist and glared at her angrily.

Let her dress like this to attend Sister Yiyi's wedding, is this person's brain really stupid by the shoehorn just now.

Han Che pulled her to the backyard, his tone was still light: "There are no outsiders, just the two of us." ”

So there is no need to change.

Wu Meng grabbed him suddenly, and looked at him even more suspiciously: "Sister Yiyi got married, just the two of us Yin Li Falcon really did it, and even other guests were not invited, how much grievance did Sister Yiyi suffer?!"

"That's their business." Han Che pulled her and continued to walk forward.

Wu Meng looked at the surrounding environment, although this mansion is not bad, but it doesn't seem to be the Seven Princes' Mansion.

Yin Lifalcon and Song Yi worship hall don't need to hide outside.

She felt more and more that something was wrong, and asked vigilantly: "What do you want to do, I'm not a nonsense person, don't think about what to do to me." ”

Han Che didn't reply: "I know, that's why I want to be justified." ”

Wumeng was even more confused: "What is the right name." ”

"Sleep on your own right." Han Che pulled her into a room, and when she entered the door, she saw a Nanmu incense case, on which there was a pair of red candles, as thick as a baby's arm.

Nothing else.

"Where is this place to worship, you lied to me!"

Wu Meng saw the ebony bed behind the screen, and she had a hunch that she would be bullied by him on it today.

Thinking of this, Wumeng was excited.

Don't let Han Che succeed.

"Han Che's dog, you have become a big liar again, let go of me, I'm going to Sister Yiyi, I'm going to make a hole for her." Wu Meng instantly gave birth to a force and kicked at Han Che.

Han Che had already prevented her from escaping, dodged with a slight flash, and pressed her in front of the incense case with a pull.

"Chapel." Han Che said and asked her to kneel down in front of the incense table.

Wumeng felt like she was struck by thunder, and the whole person was stupid.

What is this man talking about, he said that he wants to worship the church himself, why should she worship the church.

"Are you crazy?" Wumeng resisted, lifted his foot and struck him again.

Han Che stared at her tightly, his blue eyes radiating a sparkling light: "Or do you like to sleep without worshipping the church?" ”

Wu Meng rolled his eyes angrily: "When did Lao Tzu say that he would sleep with you!" ”

"You don't need to say, I want to." Han Che's eyes swept over her chest.

The soaked gown stuck to her delicate body, half-transparent and half-bright, extremely tempting.

If it weren't for the fact that he was practicing the art of pure heart, he would have been unable to bear it a long time ago.

"I've put up with it for a long time." Han Che clasped her in his arms, and his tall body rubbed against her.

Wumeng sensed that something was wrong with him, and this time he didn't just say it.

Wu Meng was a little scared, this time Han Che was definitely not joking.

It's just that what he thinks in his head, he even came up with the trick of worshipping the church.

"What's the matter with me, you slept with the woman in the Seven Princes' Mansion that night, hurry up and find her to solve it."

Wumeng is also drunk, this man, he can still throw you a few hundred meters a moment ago, and he doesn't have any pity for you to be crushed.

I can tell you in the next moment, I want to sleep with you, I want to think about it.

Whoever plays with him will be played to death.

Even if you kill him, you can't admit that you have had a relationship with him.

It's no wonder that he won't pester her as agreed!

"Wumeng, I have slept with a woman, who she is, I know better than you, what makes me feel is no one else except you." Han Che himself was also annoyed, after a month of cultivation, he could completely control the blue fire flowing gold.

But there will still be a reaction to Wumeng.

I just tried to kill her twice, but I didn't really have the heart to kill her.

Wumeng frowned: "You must be confused with your retreat memory, I really didn't help you detoxify, it's fake, I don't believe you can go back and try it, you must have a reaction to her." ”

Han Che had memories of that night, but some things were still very vague.

So sure about Wumeng? He also shook his head slightly.

Don't? The woman that night was really not her, but the fake?

He also judged that this person was a real dream based on the scar on his neck.

Because he didn't think Fake Wumeng had the guts.

Han Che stared at Wumeng sharply: "Don't try to lie to me, it was you that night." ”

Wu Meng roared in his heart, why is this man so difficult to deceive.

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To put it bluntly, Han Che is a tendon~~~~~ Mengmeng's cleverness is not enough in front of his tendon~~~~ Reading, a better reading experience.