Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

The weak, kind, and easy-to-believe person, Mu Ziyou, has been killed by the vicious, inferior animals.

What is in his arms at the moment is a revengeful angel who is revengeful.

A round of moon rising, the silver moonlight reflected a few feathery light clouds, wonderful.

Purple gaze at the cold blue sky outside the window. Imagine that during the Mid-Autumn Festival of the 15th Anniversary of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang Yiping couldn’t help but want to let go of a scene from a charming, happy woman who turned into a sorrowful woman and left alone. laugh.

The reason is the same. The annual Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival, it is a reunion festival. Mu Yingrui is no longer a thing, nor dare not return to the government during these two festivals.

As the saying goes, Xiao Biao wins a new marriage, and Mu Yingrui and Wang Yiping, who have been in the past six months, are no exception.

In spite of Wang Yiping’s face leaving two faint scars, I don’t know if her fox is high, or Mu Yingrui should have the phrase “Xishi Shi in the eyes of lovers.” In short, once I come back, I will go with this room. The lady is like a rubbery knee, making it difficult to understand.

Looking at Wang Yiping's scent of spring water, like a withered flower, after raining through the rain and rain, he lived again, and scored outside the beautiful, purple sorrow could not help but burst into disgust.

Recalling the past life, this woman seems to be pregnant in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ten months later, she gave birth to Mu Yingrui’s eldest son. Then she gave birth to two sons, a little girl, who settled her. seat.

When Wang Yiping was pregnant, Mu Yingrui invited her to seal the four products.

Practice people! When I think of this, the whole body's blood seems to be solidified! This world, saying nothing can not let you give birth to a child.

Without the child, you will lose the love of Mu Yingrui. If your life is better, it will be difficult.

On the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole government must eat moon cakes and enjoy the moon together, and say that they have to give a gift to Mu Yingrui.

It’s just this big gift, to let Wang Yiping vomit blood, then I can let myself vomit a grievance in my heart.

Ziyou finds Liu Yi, who manages the feed, and follows her into her arms. "Two, this Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, what new arrangements can you have?"

Liu looked at the more and more beautiful prostitute and smiled pityfully: "When eating moon cakes, enjoying the moon, and putting fireworks, what else can there be? What, our secluded children, but what good idea?"

Purple and a pair of beautiful and beautiful, looking at Liu Liu, the voice is soft and sweet, and sighs like a blue, "If you want to trust the secluded children, then you will be planning a Mid-Autumn Festival dinner by Youer? Can you still have a banquet this year?"

Liu nodded. "What do you want? You must have a few good friends and subordinates, as well as your father and uncle's classmates. Although you can't come on the fifteenth day, because people have to reunite themselves, but sixteen or ten. Seven is the turn of the banquet, and your grandfather may have to entertain them? You, how do you want to organize?"

Purple smiles slightly. This smile is like the beginning of the new lotus, the fragrance is elegant and elegant, and the extraordinary is refined: "Two 婶, 幽儿 will not tell you first, wait until the fifteenth or sixteenth night, you can see it again, the prostitute will not let you down. ”

Liu touched the purple and white, smooth, like a delicate little face of the fat, smiled and smiled: "Well. There are 幽儿 help the second 婶 busy, the second is a worry. Let's go tell you Grandpa, let him be happy too."

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