Transmigrating Into A Cannon Fodder

Lin Qing’s smile gradually solidified, and the couple did not have a good thing.

The male does not make sense, the female white lotus belly is black.

She didn't want to give him face with him. He even imagined that they shook hands and said: "You are not afraid that I will give birth to your brother again. The heart is big enough."

A light cloud of light made Ye Shaoqing's face dark and heavy, and his pace increased and crossed her.

Lin Qing's words are secretly crappy, stingy!

Ye Shaoqing, who is shrinking his head and shrinking his brain, went far away and dared to get close to Lin Qing’s words: "Miss, what did you say to Dagongzi? How did he change his face again?"

Lin Qing’s words squinted at the eyes and scented: “How far you are from me, I didn’t even hear it. I think you just said loyalty to your mouth. When I really got out of the way, I ran the fastest. It must be you."

Condensation refers to the swearing day: "Miss, slaves only have a small life, but Miss Miss encounters a trace of danger, even if the moth is burning, it does not hesitate."

Lin Qing's words sneer: "If you are a man, you may have to decide how many girls are being cheated by your sugar-coated shells."

Condensation: "..."

Outside the Chrysanthemum, a group of Ph.D. has been waiting there.

Lin Qing’s words made a special trip to see Ye Weijun’s kneeling.

There is a party in his neck, it seems that Ye Shaoqing did not lie.

It is not appropriate for the family to solve the problem, not to mention that they are still husband and wife, and when they go back to her, they will marry him.

Pang's because of the limelight of Lin Qing’s words today overshadowed other generations of younger generations, and smiled at her smile: “Qing Qing, where did Shaoqing go? You left your words when you left, I want you to return to the General’s House. Day. You and Shaoqing are newly married, and I am thinking about going with you. I will return to Yefu the night before I return to the frontier. I will have a family feast for you."

Lin Qing’s words are awkward. With Ye Shaoqing, is she still free? "Fei Jun only discussed this matter with me. He said that he would send me in the past and then pick me up."

The side laughed: "Since all of you have discussed it, it will save me trouble."

When Ye Shaoqing came, he rode and went back to the carriage.

Lin Qing’s words look at his back, his shoulders are narrow and narrow, and he is as tall as cedar.

And the long-haired hair with a long waist and a hair band are high, and they are scattered behind the body, and the sound is clear.

There are many big girls all the way to secretly marry him.

It seems that the ancients also looked at their faces.

Pang’s eyes stopped on Lin Qing’s words when she got on the bus. She saw her curtains again: “Qing Qing, your curiosity will be collected, and the daughter’s family will have the rules of the daughter’s family, especially if you are married. When you are in a carriage, you have to change the problem of the curtain. Let the outsiders see your face, go out and talk about it is not abusing your reputation?"

It is only then that Lin Qing’s words can understand why he does not need to cover his face in the garden. When he arrives at the lotus pond, he has to block it.

Because in the chrysanthemum, in addition to the next person is a noble child. In the lotus pond, civilians will appear.

Before going to the temple, it should be that the Buddha advocated the life of the people, so there is no class.

She snorted, put down the curtains, and sat up straight with Shen Qiurong, but the latter did not look at her, but looked at the leaves of Ye Weijun's neckline.

Time is tight, Ye Weijun estimates that he has not yet figured out why he is wearing a slap.

In addition to the buzzing sound of the rut, the inside of the car is very quiet.

She coughed and scorned her hair against Shen Qiuli, letting her see her squat. It is best to let Shen Qiurong become suspicious and toss and toss Ye Weijun.

His one was close to the place where her ears and the lower jaw were connected. Because the hair was blocked, it was not obvious. In addition, the surrounding light was darker than the outside. If you don't look close, it is hard to find.

But her obvious movements, Shen Qiurong can certainly see.

But the latter's eyes squinted at her, and there was no other expression. Instead, Ye Weijun gave her an eye knife.

Lin Qing’s words are not interesting, and he is bored by the two index fingers.

Pang's sigh: "Let's clarify, you and Xuejun learn, quiet." Turned the face and did not stop for a moment.

It’s a glimpse of alive.

Lin Qing's words: "..."

Got it! She is as quiet as a chicken.

Go back to Yefu.

Lin Qing’s words let the scent pack the luggage.

Ye Shaoqing entered the house: "You go out first." The acupuncture bag in his hand was unfolded on the tea table.

"Yes." Condensed incense is especially afraid of him. When the sound is not falling, she puts down the softness of her hand and exits the bedroom.

Lin Qing's words are drinking tea, watching him open and take out the silver needle longer than the finger. A cup of tea almost squirted out: "Cough... What are you doing during the day?"

What is the possession of the body?

She just licked him, as for? The body is moved because of fear and unconsciously.

Ye Shaoqing kept her: "You hurt your knees. If you go back like this, you will see it by your father-in-law, and you will not be able to explain it. I will remove the bruises for you."

Lin Qing's words: "..."

I think it is thoughtful.

I aimed at the silver needle in his hand: "It hurts when you look at it."

"The stab will not hurt the position." Ye Shaoqing grabbed her lower jaw with her hand.

Lin Qing’s words, which were hot from the skin, were gently rubbed.

In front of him is his gradually enlarged face, she is a little embarrassed, and her heartbeat is uncontrollable again. She half-hangs her eyelashes and blocks her eyes and emotions.

The needle was suddenly smashed like an ant, and the tip of the nose smelled a **** smell. The fan-shaped eyelashes trembled, vaguely: "How long will it take..."

"Don't move, the needle doesn't have long eyes."

Lin Qing's words: "..."

When Ye Shaoqing received the acupuncture bag, she reached out and touched the wound: "It hurts as before." She went to look in the mirror.

The figure reflected by the bronze mirror is slightly blurred, but it can barely see that the bruise of the smile has faded.

amazing!

Back to Ye Shaoqing's side, the action sneaked him a cup of tea: "French, you are so powerful, give you a love." Her refill showed him.

Ye Shaoqing was inexplicable: "Love? Heart?"

Lin Qing’s words reached out to him, and his index finger and thumb licked: “Here, like a heart shape?”

Ye Shaoqing: "..."

The coveted did not make a sound.

Lin Qing’s words are a smile: “Hey, this is what our little girl is playing. You are old and don’t know it’s normal.”

Ye Shaoqing's face is black: "Older?"

Lin Qing's words quickly changed his mouth: "You are always strong and strong. Ah! You are a man, I don't know if the game between our daughter's family is normal. I mean this."

"Do you deliberately take me for a pastime?"

Lin Qing’s two hands swayed and denied: “Where can I? I have not read any books, and the words are not appropriate. Please bear with me.”

In fact, she does not count him. According to his true age, he is an ancestor.

Can you be older?

I think that I have become a husband and wife with my ancestors and I feel very infiltrated.

With a gaze sweeping and matching the surrounding scenes, the bottom of the foot is a chill.

The arms are interlaced and swung up and down to warm.

Suddenly there was a cloak on the shoulder. Ye Shaoqing said: "There is some cold in the house. You should go back to your mother's house and keep warm so as not to infect the cold."

Lin Qing’s words grasped the hand on his shoulder and turned around: “It’s good to treat me, it’s temperament, it’s hard to be tempered. I’m talking directly, I don’t know the rules, you don’t want to be too serious with me in the future. ,Ok?"

Ye Shaoqing has been silent for a long time.

Lin Qing’s words scratched his palm and said: “Is it OK?”