home with a good wife

"Oh...! Bastard, let me go!" Leng Xiran glared angrily, Gu Ran gnawed maliciously, and the sound of the water was stirring.

Disciples, lechers, stinky hooligans... blah blah blah, I want my senior brother to kill you! !Leng Xiran's mouth was tightly shut, unable to swear, she could only sleep and abandon this frivolous guy in her heart.

When Gu Ran let go of Leng Xiran, Leng Xiran's lips were red, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Asshole!" Leng Xiran gritted his teeth, but Gu Ran held him tightly.

Gu Ran raised the corners of his mouth, still evil, but his voice was a little dangerous: "Child, I'm a bounty hunter. I will do anything as long as I'm paid. There's no morality or bottom line. You treat yourself like me like that." Are the dangerous elements locked together, aren't you afraid?"

Leng Xiran looked at him and swallowed his sleepy sputum. He was scared now and regretted... Gu Ran looked down his fair neck, and the smile on his mouth became more and more sinister, "It can't be helped, we are in the wild, we are in the wild. I'm hungry too, and you've cleaned it up... well, the color of the fruit is red and beautiful...it makes me want to taste it."

fruit?Leng Xiran blinked blankly, and blushed when he realized it.

"Ahh! Perverted!!!" Leng Xiran struggled violently, Gu Ran bit his neck and kissed him for a while, then Gu Ran fell on Leng Xiran as if he had lost all his strength, Leng Xiran was in a daze Stretching out his hand to touch it, he felt blood on his hand.

This bastard's wound is open... Leng Xiran really wanted to leave this bastard and run away by himself, which can be regarded as killing the people, but now the two of them are tightly tied together—"Ah!!! It's self-inflicted ah!!"

In the past two days, the emperor's Yan Guiren was so sad that he couldn't eat delicacies from mountains and seas, and even felt like vomiting when he smelled a little oily smell. Chu Simiao ran to the imperial hospital every three days and brought a lot of tonics for Yan Mu.

In Fengling Palace, incense was burning in the palace room, calming the mind and calming down. Yan Mu sat listlessly on the bed with a purple gold hand stove in his arms, Chu Simiao waved a folding fan uneasily, hugged him and said, "Mu Mu, are you still feeling well?" ?” “I feel like vomiting.” Yan Mu said.

Chu Simiao gritted his teeth, feeling distressed for a while. Seeing Yan Mu's appearance, he regretted letting him get pregnant. At first, he was full of joy, just wanting to be with him, just wanting him to give birth to his own child, but he didn't. Thinking that Mu Mu will suffer so many crimes... "Mu Mu, after we give birth to this child, we will never have another child." Chu Simiao said, holding Yan Mu's hand.

Yan Mu knew that he cared about him, so she leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "I'm fine, Simiao, this child doesn't make a fuss, but why do I react so strongly..." Daddy also struggled to give birth to himself and his younger brother , Is it genetic?

Chu Simiao was also a little worried. He stroked Yan Mu's lower abdomen and said, "Be good, don't mess with your father. After you are born, you must be filial in every possible way, and you will live up to your father's suffering when you were pregnant." In autumn, Chu Simiao was still shaking his fan habitually. Yan Mu looked at the man painted on Chu Simiao's folding fan, feeling a little uncomfortable.

I don't know if he is pregnant, but he has a tendency to lose his temper recently.

He said calmly: "Si Miao, you never told me, who is the man pictured on your folding fan?" Chu Simiao was stunned for a moment, then closed the folding fan with an unnatural expression: "It's nothing, Mu Mu doesn't need to think about this problem."

"Who is it?" Yan Mu asked persistently. He believed in Chu Simiao's feelings for him, but his lover, another man was drawn on the folding fan, so Yan Mu still felt somewhat ambiguous.

Chu Simiao's eyes dodged a little, he smiled and said: "No one, I ordered the Danqing master to draw a random person." Random drawing?Yan Mu stretched out his hand.

"Mu Mu..." Chu Simiao said softly.

Yan Mu didn't let go of his hand, his small face was swollen like a hamster, Chu Simiao had no choice but to put the fan in his hand, Yan Mu took the fan and opened it slowly.