No beating, no scolding, no underhanded tactics?

Is Beiming Changfeng modified?

So strange.

Ziyu pursed his lips and shook the water on his body.

After you're all wet, just take a shower. Anyway, I've been rushing back all the way these past few days, so I'm so dirty that I should take a good shower.

With the feeling that it was just like this anyway, it wouldn't be much different if he was on a business trip, Ziyu started to take a bath leisurely and leisurely.

The wind is light, the sky is blue, and the subtle fragrance is charming.

"I knew it must be a group." Rubbing her hair, Ziyu casually wrapped herself in clothes by the bathtub, then walked and looked at the surrounding rooms and muttered, she had been to this place before, it was the courtyard where the third son of the Wu family lived.

, the third young master Wu she originally chose that day turned out to be Beiming Changfeng. What does this mean? It can only mean that the businessman Wu family was Beiming Changfeng's backbone, causing her to get into all this trouble.

But why did you bring her here today?

Ziyu wiped his face and opened the curtain in front of his eyes. The sight that caught his eye made Ziyu slightly stunned.

If she remembers correctly, this place should be the residence of the third young master Wu, but why has the style changed? The very cold gray and black colors are the main color, and the decoration of the long sword and short ax outlines this small world like

The cold battlefield makes people feel frightened as soon as they enter.

The room was full of unfamiliar furnishings, but the big bed in the center of the room looked particularly familiar.

Ziyu looked at the bed and reached out to touch her chin. If she saw it correctly, it was the bed where she mistakenly slept in Beiming Changfeng.

Her heart skipped a beat. Everything in this place had changed, except for the bed. What did this mean? Should she retreat first?

"Have you seen enough?" Just when Ziyu was about to turn around and run away, Beiming Changfeng's cold and cold voice came through the air.

A pale white robe wrapped around his cleaned body, Beiming Changfeng stood at the window of the room, his eyes locked on Ziyu tightly, as if looking at the meat in his bowl.

"Young Master." Ziyu turned to look at Beiming Changfeng and subconsciously smiled to please him, but what did Beiming Changfeng's eyes mean? It was as if he was looking at her as food. Ziyu secretly thought something bad.

He immediately rubbed oil on his soles and ran away: "Young Master, it's so late, you should rest. I'll find a place to sleep. You don't have to worry about me."

Bei Ming Changfeng leaned against the window and looked at Ziyu who had restored his daughter's appearance.

Her eyebrows are unpainted but dark, her lips are unmarked but red, and her face is as clear and beautiful as a hibiscus emerging from water. She is truly a man with a look that will captivate a country.

Raising his hand and gulping down the tea in his hand, Beiming Changfeng put the tea cup aside, and in a flash, he chased after the running Ziyu.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the person by the waist and lifted him up.

"Young master, what are you doing? Put me down," Ziyu screamed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was thrown onto the bed with a bang.

The long wind from Beiming came over me and pressed me down.

His dark eyes locked on her: "Sleep with you."

ah……

Sleep with her?

Ziyu was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, all the opportunities were lost. By the time Ziyu reacted, everything was already under Beiming Changfeng's control.

"Ah, young master...you can't do this"

"Can't?" Beiming Changfeng raised his head buried in Ziyu's chest, his dark eyes filled with dark red light: "I sleep with my woman, it's only natural."

Domineering, domineering, arbitrary.
Chapter completed!