The fairy looked at the surroundings with drunken eyes.

The castle is like a paradise for the gods, and every place that catches the eye is designed by the master himself, which is low-key and luxurious.

But the room was very empty and cold, and there was no smoke or fireworks.

Because there are too many enemies of the mafia, someone once bribed a servant to assassinate Lin Tingyun, so someone at home will only come to clean the room during the day.

At night, the castle was empty, like a huge and ornate cage.

Xianxian burped, she was poured too much wine at the wedding banquet, and this body was not affected by the power of alcohol, and the whole person could only maintain a line of clarity.

But this is exactly what she wants, isn't Lin Shen a wolf with ambition, wanting to calculate his wife and adoptive father to go to bed and put on a green hat for himself with his own hands?

Very good, teenager, you have a lot of ideas.

The palace will be as you wish.

The immortal hid the ripples under his eyes and half-leaned on the collection shelves on the side of the hall.

When I looked up again, I was a bewildered bride.

The wine was drunk, and the people were even more drunk.

The bride drunkenly kicked off her high heels, the left one flew to the sofa, the right one flew to the coffee table, she hiccuped and chuckled, "Ash, I wish us ...... We were happily married. ”

"I can marry you."

"I'm so happy......"

Her arm seemed to inadvertently hit the celadon vase on the shelf, and with a snap, the vase smashed to the ground and fell apart.

Extremely dangerously, she almost stepped on a debris site! This shows how drunk she really is.

"Hot ...... Hot. ”

On the top of the alcohol, it is like an overwhelming net that wraps people's consciousness.

The bride sobbed so hard that she tossed her bag aside, staggering up the spiral staircase and taking off the stockings on her legs.

Snow-white stockings snaked down the spiral staircase, barefoot on the cashmere carpet, and the swaying figure pushed open the first room on the left hand side of the third floor.

Lin Tingyun's room is cold, the side windows are open, and the dark curtains in Phnom Penh dance gently with the night breeze.

The rooms are simply laid out, the shelves are full of poetry books, and the owner here is very refined at first glance, not the murderous mafia godfather.

This man, once he has money and is still good-looking, he is not called big when he is older. On the contrary, it has been polished by the world, and has deep experience, like a peerless sword, but it knows how to hide clumsiness, and it is not sharp.

In particular, the murderous like hemp is in contrast to his Buddha nature when he wears Tang costumes, just like the old wine in the alley, it is also fragrant for ten miles from afar.

According to Xianxian, she doesn't like young wolf dogs, who have a lot of thoughts all day long and love to toss. She prefers men who are a few years older than herself, who knows how to spoil his girlfriend and take care of people.

She didn't turn on the light, and lay on the soft big bed in the light of the moonlight.

She also asked the galaxy why this world is so difficult.

"Because it's a break from worldly ideas—"

On the night of the wedding, she went into the same room as her husband's adoptive father.

Even if nothing happens, someone will always look at this line with ambiguous eyes.

Not to mention, the immortal still plans to sit on this matter.

The half-covered door, like a Pandora's treasure box, invites prying eyes.

In the dark of night, the owner of this castle finally returned from outside.

Lin Tingyun walked into the hall unhurriedly, his eyes fell on the high heels thrown on the coffee table, and his eyes were peaceful.