Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

He said this a little lack of strength, which was to comfort his face and to convince himself.

Rongyan smiled and said, "I... I have nothing to be afraid of, it's just a dream, it's not really dead."

Lian Chengya heard Rongyan talk about "death" and was a little unhappy. He said, "I'm having a nightmare! Then we should do something beautiful to disperse the shadow of your nightmare."

Liang Yan looked up and asked it: "What's the good thing?"

Lian Chengya turned over and pressed him under her, touching her with his hands, "What else do you think is better than this?"

Liang Yan pursed her mouth and arched her body, "Mr. Liancheng... Can you think of something else in your mind?"

Lian Cheng Yazhi thought seriously for a while, "When facing you, it seems... that I can only think about this."

"You..." The face was so angry that I really doubted how much affect this guy's wife's life will be influential in the future.

Although Lian Cheng Yazhi said that she wanted to do "beautiful" things, she did not really take action.

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Outside the window, the whistling cold wind blew the whole city trembling, while the top floor of Building A of Empire was warm in the room, and the whispers from time to time seemed particularly warm in the bleak winter.

This seems to be the only night between the face and Liancheng's elegance, and the atmosphere is also rare and harmonious.

But at the other end of the city, an extreme opposite to the luxury and wealth of Building A of Empire State. In the north of the city, the last part of the old city renovation, after the old house was knocked down, there was a piece of building that did not build a building, but was directly used as a garbage dump.

use.

In the dilapidated iron house next to the garbage dump, there was a pungent smell, and the biting cold wind blew in from the gaps where welded was not tightly, making the entire iron house as cold as a freezer.

A few layers of paper boxes were laid on the floor, and there was a worn quilt with cotton exposed on it. A bag was bulging up. You could see that the bag was shaking after careful look.

After ten o'clock in the evening, even mice would not come to this iron house.

At two o'clock in the morning, when most people in the entire imperial capital were asleep, the clanging knock on the door suddenly rang out.

On this cold night, it is particularly abrupt and harsh in this deadly and quiet, dilapidated land.

A female voice came from outside the door: "Jiang Nuanxia, ​​open the door, I know not to pretend to be dead inside, I've found it all, don't you want to see me?"

Ten minutes later, the bulge on the ground slowly moved, and a person came out from inside. The room was so dark that she couldn't see clearly. She walked to the door wearing a broken quilt and opened the door of the iron room.

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As soon as the door was opened, the howling cold wind blew in instantly, like a sharp knife, and could blow into people's bones in an instant.

A figure stood outside, and suddenly a light lit up in her hand. She raised her hand to illuminate the two people.

Jiang Nuanxia, ​​wrapped in a broken quilt, looked withered, her clothes were dirty and could not be seen in color, and her hair was messy like dry grass. I don’t know how long it took to wash it, and her body emitted a pungent stench.

After seeing the person opposite her numb eyes tortured by life, she sneered: "Rong Jia? Why are you still coming to me for? I can't give you a penny now."

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[The warm time between Ya Shao and Sister Ying Yan is coming to an end for the time being, wow kaka...]