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Min Huizhu is already a regular guest of this Chuang Tzu. Generally, before coming in the evening, as long as Qin Wuyan is here, the guards will not stop her.
Min Huizhu held back her anger, pushed open the bedroom door and stepped into the dark bedroom.
Just after entering the door, he was hugged from behind and pressed on the door panel. "Qin Wuyan" sounded in his ear: "I haven't come here for seven days."
The voice was clearly wordless. Min fuhuizhu lay on the door panel and gasped: "do you miss me?"
The man just tore up her clothes, kept moving, but stopped talking.
This temperament is clearly also Qin Wuyan. He always ignored her. When he was in a good mood, he said a few words. When he was in a bad mood, he refused to pay attention to her.
But min Huizhu firmly wanted an answer to prove her inner conjecture. She turned her head and wanted to look back: "Qin Wuyan, you answer me. You obviously miss me, don't you?"
"Qin Wuyan" raised his hand to cover her eyes and turned her head.
Min Huizhu's body softened: "you... If you don't want me, why do you calculate so clearly that I didn't come here for seven days?"
She asked again and again, "you obviously have feelings for me, right? I'm a saint. I haven't liked anyone in my life, but I've only moved my heart to you.
I know you mind if I talked to Zhuang huaisen, but I had to, and I didn't expect to meet you at that time.
I don't want to have anything to do with Zhuang huaisen anymore just because I met you... "
Qinghuan is locked up in this dark compartment all day. Only when Qin Wuyan and min Huizhu are not in Chuang Tzu can she occasionally move in the yard. Most of the time, she can only stay in the house. Although she has food, drink and flowers, she no longer has to serve so many rich and noble gold owners, but this kind of day is for people who have been in the bustling scene of Yang Hongliu green, It's a little too lonely.
And he is used to dealing with those gold owners all day. It's good to have someone to talk with. It's much better than being bored alone.
Qinghuan has no culture and no other hobbies. At first, she felt good, but as time goes on, she felt bored.
In addition, in the past, all the people served were old women and men. Now I finally met a beautiful woman. Naturally, I dare not forget my thoughts and look forward to her all day.
But thinking of his identity like a mole ant, Qinghuan calmed down.
There are layers of guards outside. He can't touch, climb and roll in the railing, but he has learned to cherish his life.
Qinghuan was stunned by min Huizhu's words, but at last, Qinghuan's head calmed down a little, and then rose into a rage:
This woman is a saint.
The woman he played with would be the saint worshipped by the people of Yuecheng!
Shouldn't the saint be pure and pure, abide by the truth and live a noble and pure life?
He has never seen the true face of the saint. On a specific day every year, the saint travels to the top of the snow mountain to pray for the people. There are a sea of people on both sides of the road. People kneeling down are all grateful for the saint's dedication, but unexpectedly
It's so filthy in private, not only with the leader of Min's house, but also with the high priest who can be her father
Now, he even accepts a joy under him.
On the surface, looking at such an arrogant woman, she is such an unbearable person.
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Min Huizhu is already a regular guest of this Chuang Tzu. Generally, before coming in the evening, as long as Qin Wuyan is here, the guards will not stop her.
Min Huizhu held back her anger, pushed open the bedroom door and stepped into the dark bedroom.
Just after entering the door, he was hugged from behind and pressed on the door panel. "Qin Wuyan" sounded in his ear: "I haven't come here for seven days."
The voice was clearly wordless. Min fuhuizhu lay on the door panel and gasped: "do you miss me?"
The man just tore up her clothes, kept moving, but stopped talking.
This temperament is clearly also Qin Wuyan. He always ignored her. When he was in a good mood, he said a few words. When he was in a bad mood, he refused to pay attention to her.
But min Huizhu firmly wanted an answer to prove her inner conjecture. She turned her head and wanted to look back: "Qin Wuyan, you answer me. You obviously miss me, don't you?"
"Qin Wuyan" raised his hand to cover her eyes and turned her head.
Min Huizhu's body softened: "you... If you don't want me, why do you calculate so clearly that I didn't come here for seven days?"
She asked again and again, "you obviously have feelings for me, right? I'm a saint. I haven't liked anyone in my life, but I've only moved my heart to you.
I know you mind if I talked to Zhuang huaisen, but I had to, and I didn't expect to meet you at that time.
I don't want to have anything to do with Zhuang huaisen anymore just because I met you... "
Qinghuan is locked up in this dark compartment all day. Only when Qin Wuyan and min Huizhu are not in Chuang Tzu can she occasionally move in the yard. Most of the time, she can only stay in the house. Although she has food, drink and flowers, she no longer has to serve so many rich and noble gold owners, but this kind of day is for people who have been in the bustling scene of Yang Hongliu green, It's a little too lonely.
And he is used to dealing with those gold owners all day. It's good to have someone to talk with. It's much better than being bored alone.
Qinghuan has no culture and no other hobbies. At first, she felt good, but as time goes on, she felt bored.
In addition, in the past, all the people served were old women and men. Now I finally met a beautiful woman. Naturally, I dare not forget my thoughts and look forward to her all day.
But thinking of his identity like a mole ant, Qinghuan calmed down.
There are layers of guards outside. He can't touch, climb and roll in the railing, but he has learned to cherish his life.
Qinghuan was stunned by min Huizhu's words, but at last, Qinghuan's head calmed down a little, and then rose into a rage:
This woman is a saint.
The woman he played with would be the saint worshipped by the people of Yuecheng!
Shouldn't the saint be pure and pure, abide by the truth and live a noble and pure life?
He has never seen the true face of the saint. On a specific day every year, the saint travels to the top of the snow mountain to pray for the people. There are a sea of people on both sides of the road. People kneeling down are all grateful for the saint's dedication, but unexpectedly
It's so filthy in private, not only with the leader of Min's house, but also with the high priest who can be her father
Now, he even accepts a joy under him.
On the surface, looking at such an arrogant woman, she is such an unbearable person.
Min Huizhu is already a regular guest of this Chuang Tzu. Generally, before coming in the evening, as long as Qin Wuyan is here, the guards will not stop her.Min Huizhu held back her anger, pushed open the bedroom door and stepped into the dark bedroom.Just after entering the door, he was hugged from behind and pressed on the door panel. "Qin Wuyan" sounded in his ear: "I haven't come here for seven days."The voice was clearly wordless. Min fuhuizhu lay on the door panel and gasped: "do you miss me?"The man just tore up her clothes, kept moving, but stopped talking.This temperament is clearly also Qin Wuyan. He always ignored her. When he was in a good mood, he said a few words. When he was in a bad mood, he refused to pay attention to her.But min Huizhu firmly wanted an answer to prove her inner conjecture. She turned her head and wanted to look back: "Qin Wuyan, you answer me. You obviously miss me, don't you?""Qin Wuyan" raised his hand to cover her eyes and turned her head.Min Huizhu's body softened: "you... If you don't want me, why do you calculate so clearly that I didn't come here for seven days?"She asked again and again, "you obviously have feelings for me, right? I'm a saint. I haven't liked anyone in my life, but I've only moved my heart to you.I know you mind if I talked to Zhuang huaisen, but I had to, and I didn't expect to meet you at that time.I don't want to have anything to do with Zhuang huaisen anymore just because I met you... "Qinghuan is locked up in this dark compartment all day. Only when Qin Wuyan and min Huizhu are not in Chuang Tzu can she occasionally move in the yard. Most of the time, she can only stay in the house. Although she has food, drink and flowers, she no longer has to serve so many rich and noble gold owners, but this kind of day is for people who have been in the bustling scene of Yang Hongliu green, It's a little too lonely.And he is used to dealing with those gold owners all day. It's good to have someone to talk with. It's much better than being bored alone.Qinghuan has no culture and no other hobbies. At first, she felt good, but as time goes on, she felt bored.In addition, in the past, all the people served were old women and men. Now I finally met a beautiful woman. Naturally, I dare not forget my thoughts and look forward to her all day.But thinking of his identity like a mole ant, Qinghuan calmed down.There are layers of guards outside. He can't touch, climb and roll in the railing, but he has learned to cherish his life.Qinghuan was stunned by min Huizhu's words, but at last, Qinghuan's head calmed down a little, and then rose into a rage:This woman is a saint.The woman he played with would be the saint worshipped by the people of Yuecheng!Shouldn't the saint be pure and pure, abide by the truth and live a noble and pure life?He has never seen the true face of the saint. On a specific day every year, the saint travels to the top of the snow mountain to pray for the people. There are a sea of people on both sides of the road. People kneeling down are all grateful for the saint's dedication, but unexpectedlyIt's so filthy in private, not only with the leader of Min's house, but also with the high priest who can be her fatherNow, he even accepts a joy under him.On the surface, looking at such an arrogant woman, she is such an unbearable person.
