"Morning Drag. He Youfan's answer was extremely easy. Turning his head to look at the already pale Wei Yu, he laughed at his timidity: "Why, haven't you heard of it?"

Woo Yu gave her an uneasy look, "He can't be real......"

"How can you. He Youfan interrupted his thoughts with a smile, and his voice was far away: "Chenyu has a wife who has not passed through the door, and she loves her and spoils her to the point that you can't imagine." After a pause, with a smile in his eyes, he looked at the rain and said, "You know what?"

Wei Yu's eyebrows were almost twisted together, looking at He Youfan for a while, he smiled bitterly, and almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You'd better not regret it." ”

Wei Yu turned to leave, and there was an ethereal murmur from behind him, "Fei Ye, Fei Ye ......"

Not long after the rain left, the morning came out of the shadows, He Youfan only raised his eyebrows at his appearance, and quipped: "This morning lord is too disrespectful, don't you know that I am a girl?"

Chenyu looked at her, something flowing in his golden eyes. I don't know why, he thinks she has something to hide from him, and it's a very important thing...... It was as if the answer was close at hand, but he didn't know what to think at all. spoke, his voice was as cold as falling into an ice cellar, "Do you regret it?"

He Youfan chuckled, "What do you regret?"

"He said you better not regret it. Chenyu repeated, for some reason, looking at this woman's mask, he felt a kind of hatred, wanting to tear up the half-true smile on her face.

"Oh, that. He You gathered his long hair, sat back on the couch, squinted at Chenyu, and asked with a smile: "What can I regret?"

Morning swept under her, she was still barefoot, and her white and tender feet looked very cute between her jet-black hair.

Somehow, he thought of Gu Yu. When she was in the hut, once he was so angry with her that she wanted to kick him, but he dragged her ankle in her hand, and she couldn't take it out no matter how hard she tried, and she looked very cute.

couldn't help but show a warm smile.

When I came back to my senses, I looked at He Youfan again, and the woman was already asleep.

Completely defenseless, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

He thought of her dancing in red.

Seeing that there was no sign of leaving in the morning, He Youfan, who had his eyes closed, finally spoke, lazy, "I'm sleepy, isn't the morning lord sleepy?" When she opened her eyes, she narrowed her eyes and pulled out a smile when she met Chen's golden and beautiful eyes, "Could it be that Lord Chen's plan to teach the little one to practice poison now?"

Chenyu didn't speak, He Youfan didn't care, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep leisurely.

Morning Trolling turned around and walked into the back room.

The withered snow drank pupils to Hejiazhuang to find the morning drag, and followed the people's guidance to the house. In this mansion that should be quiet, there was a "bang", which was particularly loud.

The frightened birds fluttered their wings in the trees, and the scene was a bit spectacular.

Withered Xue and Drinking Pupil glanced at each other, and subconsciously thought that someone was not good for Chenyu, so they rushed in with a knife.

Who expected to see a woman in a white cloth dress, with long hair uncurled, squatting barefoot by a broken jar of medicine, snorting three times at the black, smoking thing in the medicine jar, looking up at the Chen Yu who was standing, her hands, and looking at her coldly, and said very innocently: "Master, look at it, it's broken again." ”

“...... If you fall to the ground, of course it will shatter. The voice seemed to endure it for a long time before he resisted the urge not to kill.

Until the withered snow drank pupils and rushed into the house, the woman turned her head to look up at the two beauties standing against the light, and said with a smile: "Beauty, beauty is good." ”

Withered Xue stiffened, feeling that this woman was a bit of a superb.

The pupil can barely be maintained.

Only Chenshu was very indifferent, and seemed to be used to such a scene, sweeping the withered snow, drinking pupils, and asking, "Something?"