"The Moon God Platform is different. I don't want you to remember your son's son like this."

No one saw anyone. When they heard the sound for the first time, they stopped and looked at the temple gate. Soon they saw Zhang Yang picking up the steps, spreading his long hair, a light-colored robe and a soft band, such as the long hair of ink hanging to his waist, and a bright red and clever hairband tied to the tail of his hair. The skirt opened slightly, revealing a beautiful bone. If it was not visible, the eyes were shining and charming, but the corners of his mouth were hanging down, with a faint sarcasm.

People think of the evil and crazy son on the podium, and look at Zhang Yang, who is lazy and willful in front of him, and the air seems to be stagnant.

She gave several unheard smiles.

Zhang Yang stood quietly, his eyes swept away, and Dicken slowly walked up. She said nothing, with a three-point and seven-cent smile. "I'm glad to see you again," he added, "I'm glad to see you again."

"I'm glad to see you fall in love at first sight, goodbye."

Such cold words were read out of Changyang's mouth affectionately and gently and openly hit Dai Chun'er's face.

Some people, they just don't like, for example, hong-er. The feeling of missing a woman like a snake makes Zhang Yang feel that it is black and thick.

Zhang Yang didn't see Daisy's trembling body, her tightly closed cuffs and white knuckles, and walked past her at a glance, leisurely to the sandalwood chair in the middle of the hall. It seemed like I didn't know if there were double-layer cabinets to sit in the high seat and with my sleeves.

The movements are elegant and written off, just like silk satin tasted in the mountains and seas all day. Wearing a noble door, the delicate jade hands gently caressing the tea, the movements are very charming.

The moon's clouds, the moon's smoke and the vicissitudes of pride are not on the moon, the cherry heart is not there, the rosy swept through people's eyes, saw the ground, blinking his right eye playfully, and others, as if they had little impression.

"My son is afraid of sitting in the wrong place, so that both the cabinet director and the vice-client director can sit."

The white dyed white clothes were like snow, and the beard and hair were pinched with a white flower. Looking at Zhang Yang, her face was very cold, like a knife.

The white dye is the owner of Cherry Heart. It turns out that he wants to draw the cold Mr. Chen Zixin through Cherry Heart. Even if the cherry heart cannot be drawn, it depends on the fact that Cherry Heart is an unintentional person. Even if the clouds of this month are the ones, they should give them three-point thin noodles. But if they kill a red son for no reason, Cherry Heart lived embarrassedly. All of this, Bai Ran naturally counted on Zhang Yang's body.

"Oh? Then if Chen Zixin is here, can you sit down?" Zhang Yang shook tea gently, smiled politely at the corner of his lips, and his lazy body.

"The cold man sat naturally." Bai Ran snorted coldly, unable to see the soft bones, male, female, irregular postures.

"That's it, you have to figure out one thing. Now, ah, he is worse than me. I sleep where he sleeps, how can I not sit where he can sit?"

Where he sleeps.

Zhang Yang just wanted to prove that she had occupied the bed of the book. But that's not what people think.

Everyone's face suddenly, they found that they were really sleeping together. There was also an imaginary moment.

Bai Dye didn't expect Zhang Yang to say something. He thought that the two people on the bed would feel ashamed of their lips and teeth. Zhang Yang said so lightly that he could also have a leisurely taste of tea.
Chapter completed!