"First of all, don't expose my woman."

"Second, more women are not allowed to appear in the unintentional Madame Curie."

"Third, after you sleep on the floor, I'll sleep on the bed."

This is the first one, the second one. The owner of this book doesn't care much about it. But this is the last one.

Chen Zixin frowned and said, "What if you didn't make an appointment?"

"The prince doesn't mind giving you a book and smashing your Cangwu Mountain." Zhang Yang smiled implicitly, but the words in his mouth seemed even more arrogant. "Don't look at this son with this look. The son is not discussing with you. This son is threatening you. What do you think?"

Chen Zixin hugged her waist tightly, raised her head slightly, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

This woman. I don't know what I'm doing!

"Does your husband have no bed? Is this lady going to fill last night's cave and candlelight night?"

Suddenly, Chen Zixin leaned forward, hugged Zhang Yang, turned her to the table, took off her black robe, and snuggled up to her so that he could look at her freely with a smile on his face.

When Zhang Yang saw Chen Zixin's bohemian appearance, he could not be angry anymore. He waved his face and went his separate ways towards the door, but he did not dare to be under his heavy hands, for fear of really hurting him.

Zhang Yang's body has not recovered yet, but the previous twelve percent did not make you nine at all. Chen Zixin has broken through the multiplier period, and his strength has also increased sharply. Therefore, Zhang Yang did not dare to lend a helping hand with all his strength. For Chen Zixin, Chen Zixin could not fully utilize his strength. She is soft and weak.

Chen Zixin successfully took a step lighter, and Zhang Yang instinctively raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, not letting him down.

"Don't be satisfied? If I'm not satisfied, I'll draw three chapters again!"

"First of all, I allow you to shamelessly climb up flowers, fold up willows, and make the most of the wind."

"Second, I allow you to have three rooms, four concubines, Yulu, who do you want to marry?"

"Third, I allow you to keep your bed warm in the four fields you like this cave and in the eight wild pepper rooms."

Zhang Yang said, the more angry he became, the more aggrieved he felt, the more glaring his eyes became, and a drop of water shone.

She looked at the face at hand, which was her hidden lovesickness of 170,000 years ago, but now it seems to be an illusion of obsession and mispayment.

What has he experienced in the past few years? Why is he no longer the elegant and implicit God, she can only look up to her? The dust that once settled, but now he has become an ordinary person with seven kinds of love and desire...!

Domineering, calculating, messy flowers and plants, bohemian...

In her thoughts, Zhang Yang smiled and was discouraged, not affected by the sword. Zhang Yang had only a faint pain in her heart. She struggled to look at him, sweating on her head, venting her whole body, and then fainted.

When he fainted, his hands were still tightly holding Chen Zixin's chest, with a complex and indescribable expression on his face.

Chen Zixin gently picked her up, looked at her heartache and helpless expression, and said gently: "You are the original one, I can't pass the robbery."

...

When Zhang Yang woke up, twilight fell.
Chapter completed!