This time the battle is even more fierce and powerful! The rest of your life is a reborn body. His body is an inexhaustible, endless powerful existence, which will never be exhausted, no matter which time Fang Xiangyi initiates a battle, he can be just right, and he can fly to perfection.

She has never disappointed Fang Xiangyi, so this is one of the reasons why she is obsessed with it.

She regretted infinitely, why didn't she spy on this bit of human nature when she was 18 years old?

How good would it be if that group knew the code between a man and a woman? If that infatuation is on this, can the husband and wife still turn against each other?

Can couples still think about divorce? Can you still wash your face with tears every day? Her heart flipped upside down. Perhaps, maybe she didn't study well in the past for the rest of her life, so she was idle and so on, would she also blame herself?

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she said this. The rest of his life hugged her tightly, with inquiring eyes.

Fang Xiangyi's swarthy eyes flashed,

"You say, if you and I have been so happy every day since the day we met, you say," you said, "I kissed her again for the rest of my life,

"Say what?"

"Well, if you are so happy every day, you may not be such a bastard all day long, not learning well, and being brought so bad by bad people." Yu Sheng listened to the gaze, but he did not reply.

Listen to Fang Xiangyi's words again,

"So, if you are bad in the past, I maybe, I will also bear at least half of the responsibility!" Yu Sheng immediately stretched out his white fingers and pressed them against her thick and soft lips.

Yu Sheng said slowly: "I don't blame you, I walked the road by myself, and I played a good hand of cards blindly, so how can I blame you?" You were only 18 years old at the time, and so was I. Blame me for not cherishing you well after I got married, blame me for being ignorant, not giving you a sense of security, and not giving you what you need. Although it is said that the family will always belong to women, men have the obligation to shoulder the responsibilities of all families. But I didn't know what obligations and responsibilities I had, and as a husband, I should do what I shouldn't do. So, no one can blame anyone for this. If you want to blame, you can only blame me for being a bastard, and I didn't take the initiative to cherish it! He suddenly strangled Fang Xiangyi's body.

"I'm sorry, baby!" Then he pressed his cheek tightly, the piece of obesity, just squeezed the rest of her life, she couldn't breathe, but he was willing to enjoy it.

Early morning. It's still the same, because of the clouds and rain last night, so he gave someone twice the ginseng whiskers when making soup, and cut 5 beards of the ginseng king, and finally the ginseng king came out with pulp, maybe the cutting was too ruthless.

The casserole was bubbling with wisps. There is also the smell of chicken nuggets and pork liver, and the snowball outside is greedy, and it is repeatedly shouted at the kitchen, urging the owner to quickly present the delicious food to the snowball adult!

In the end, the master still ignored it, and there was a big hahaha out of its mouth. Oh, what a shame!

A basin of lungs, liver slices, and a little ginseng whisker fascinated Xueqiu very much, and he finally ate all the ginseng whiskers.

After eating, it is in good spirits again. Fang Xiangyi was the same, dragging his weakness to wash up in the morning, panting around the table, but as soon as he finished drinking this soup, his body was alive again, and his complexion was very good.

Good guy, if you don't believe in the magic of ginseng soup, you really can't do it. But the rest of my life has a plan in my heart. Because he released the king of ginseng to Fang Xiangyi, hey, I don't know what to do if there is no king ginseng in the future, there will only be ordinary planting, and there are not many years?

At that time, Fang Xiangyi can't eat, so will he be a monk again every night? He suddenly thought, if the spring water of Lingyu Mountain really has an effect, then?

But no, he used spiritual water to spray that Samwang cub every once in a while. If so, what will happen to the 30 pots in the future?

After all, these 30 pots, I hope to stay in the future to continue to bear seeds, and then reproduce like this.

He firmly believes that this descendant of King Sam will definitely be different. It's not in the greenhouse, the 9 canopy Changbai Mountain artificially bred ginseng seedlings, which can be compared.

For the rest of my life, it is appropriate to look carefully.

"Why don't you wear the white hosta I gave you?" Fang Xiangyi's cheeks flushed.

"That, I didn't give up."

"If you buy it, you have to give it up, don't put it in your hair, you can't lose it anyway. At least you're going to have to wear it upside down with that peach. Go inside and get it, and I'll help you get it!" Fang Xiangyi could only go to the house, obediently take it out, and hand it to him.

Yu Sheng held it in his hand, put it to his mouth tightly, and stopped talking, the pure jade, cold feeling was fully revealed.

Grasp the hair, and then wrap the hairpin, and finally don't matter, white with a touch of pale green, is elegant, taking advantage of the appropriate wheat complexion, the hairpin is very bright, but also adds a charming charm, elegant and interesting.

"It's so pretty!" The rest of his life hugged her tightly. Next, they rushed to Yu Xin's house, and his pace today was particularly fast.

Fang Xiangyi didn't understand.

"Today, why are you so fast?" Yu Sheng smiled brightly, but he didn't say the reason, and he didn't want to say that he was thinking about the 30 pots of ginseng kings.

Because the king of ginseng does not know when he will finish eating, and his wife's physical exertion is huge every night, he doesn't know if the king can repair his body old.

So what if you can't fix it one day? It's about the probability of whether he really becomes a monk.

If King Sam eats it up, at least there are 30 pots of King Sam cubs to continue his life, and if King Sam's cubs are strangled in the cradle swaddling, wouldn't it cost him and Fang Xiangyi's life?

Think about the black shroud these days, his heart is burning, for his and hers' happiness, can the steps not be fast?

Push open the fence gate. Like a whirlwind, he ran to the 30 pots, trembling his hands, and opened the plastic sheet,

"Wow!" The skylight was opened in the bottom of his heart.

"Sure enough!" He was refreshed and rejoicing,

"This time it's saved!" The delicate leaves of ginseng stretch out, the smoke is soft, the spring breeze is five-leafed, and in the breeze, slowly shaking out of the shyness of the world.

He opened all his pots and pans, and so did all his pots. He suddenly remembered the military pot again, so without saying hello to anyone, he drove with a snowball and rushed to the greenhouse.

in the greenhouse. Several of them are really capable, and almost all of them are more than half done. Glancing at the chubby woman, she was still only wearing a flower belly pocket, and the Changbai Mountain woman couldn't help but raise her head and glanced at the rest of her life.

The driver hurriedly came to be polite, because most of the employees of their Changbai Mountain came here to work extravagantly for these 20 greenhouses.

"Looks like we're going to call it a day tomorrow, right?" The master took a puff of smoke and nodded,

"Yes, just wait for the slow seedling.