Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

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Lan Qing'er was thinking righteously, and heard coughing in the room. Lan Qing'er's heart tightened, cursing, and ignoring so much, she leaped slightly and jumped into the room. +++All Tanmei Novels: www.wuxiaspot.com网o

Seeing a touch of stature leaping in, Feng Yumo was slightly startled, and was stunned with surprise when he saw that Lan Qing was a child.

"Qing'er? Why don't you sleep at this late hour?" Putting down the book, Feng Yumo looked sullen, took off the white robe he was wearing, and put it on Lan Qing'er.

Seeing the right time, Lan Qing'er pushed forward with both hands, Feng Yumo was unpreparedly pushed onto the bed by her, Lan Qing'er took advantage of the situation and pressed on...

"Qing'er!" Feng Yumo was extremely surprised, his face flushed slightly.

Lan Qing'er raised an eyebrow, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "Your Highness, Qing'er is here to sleep!"

"..." Feng Yumo's eyes condensed, and she pushed her away: "Qing'er, don't mess around, my husband is cold here, you won't be able to sleep, go back to your room... uh!"

Before Feng Yumo could finish, Lan Qing'er lowered his head and covered his lips, biting his thin, cool lips.

Good smell...

"Xi..." Her heart was agitated, and she was stunned by her small tongue. She put her hands on her waist, neither pushing nor pushing, but she wanted to talk, but her movements on her body were greater. He sealed his mouth, gently lingering, and guided him into the vortex of lust...

"Husband..." Lan Qing'er murmured, took a deep breath, and left his lips: "Don't you like Qing'er?"

There was a bright light in the beautiful eyes, confusing and confusing, and the pandan vomited softly, lingering in front of him, the slightly swollen red lips gently beckoned him, her in her arms was as soft as this...

How could it be, how could he not love her, how could he not love her...

There is a deep feeling in his chest, he will not let her come to the room, just for fear of missing her, now he has nothing, if something happens to him, at least he can keep her innocent, so that she can find a good husband in the future. So he is enduring, he is enduring it!

She is his wife, but no one knows that this is just a scene. She has never loved him, and he is calm as water, wife? lady? Just look at it from a distance.

He can't give her anything, at least...At least he can do it without touching her, and give her a complete space, a space that belongs to her.

Only now, when she took the initiative to call him "His Royal Highness", the peace in his heart has slowly tilted towards her. The time to get along with him made him deeply understand that his self-control, in front of her, Repeatedly on the verge of losing control!

God knows how much he wants her, how much he wants her to be his person!

But the more you love, the more you want her to be good, and the more you want her to be happy, at least for him now...don't take it. Net o

But tonight, but at this moment... she called his name and asked him if he loved her... why didn't he love it!

"Love, my husband loves Qing'er!" Feng Yumo clenched his hands and rolled over, pressing her under him.

With a heavy nose blowing on her face, Lan Qing'er felt warm, and she successfully seduce Feng Yumo!

The smile on her face was even sweeter, Lan Qing'er wrapped her hands around Feng Yumo's neck, and said softly: "Husband, Qing'er is your wife, Qing'er...want to truly become your wife...is this okay? ?"

As soon as he said this, Feng Yumo's eyes deepened, and he lowered his head to cover her lips, and put his arms around her tightly, holding her tightly, as if he was about to rub her into his body.

Except for the dim candlelight, everything that came into her eyes was Feng Yumo. The two people's ink hair was tangled and intertwined, and they couldn't distinguish each other. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of her, and the white bed curtain was put down... …

The moon is hanging high outside the window, and the spring in the room is boundless...

A ray of morning light shone through the clouds and shone on the earth.

The window was tightly closed, and the light outside the window was shining. Feng Yumo opened his eyes slightly and looked at his beloved wife who was nestled in his arms like a kitten. The corner of his mouth raised a faint smile, reaching out to brush her face away. With her falling hair, she found her long eyelashes trembling lightly, her heartstrings moved lightly, and her eyes closed quickly.

It’s warm, and sleeps well! Lan Qing'er blinked and yawned greatly. She was about to stretch her waist, but found that her waist was so sore... Thinking of the lingering last night, she couldn't help but blush.

Lying beside him, his beloved, with arms around him tightly, as if being wrapped tightly by the white wings of an angel, the ink hair leaned on her, and Lan Qing'er's heartbeat speeded up inexplicably as he looked at him, handsome and elegant. .

His eyelashes are so long, cut into the morning sun, a faint halo circled him, and his sleeping face was quiet and beautiful. The distance between the two was as close as this, and she could clearly hear his heartbeat. He, like a perfect artwork, should be placed in the Louvre.

No, not in the Louvre! He is her husband, except that she can appreciate this, no one else should take it!

She is jealous but very big. o

There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, and Lan Qing'er's beautiful eyes were shining. Such a sweet sleeping face will never get bored no matter how long she looks at it.

The jade finger gently climbed up on his face, carefully sketching his outline, and finally stayed on his lips. Lan Qing'er swallowed involuntarily, half-closed her eyes, and slowly moved her small mouth up. .

The eyelashes trembled and the eyes opened. At that moment, like the sun was rising, the darkness was swept away. Thousands of glazes were brought out in the eyes, straight into Lan Qing'er's heart.

The pale pink lips gave a slight smile: "My dear, morning."

When Lan Qing'er froze, she stopped at the same place with her lips pouting, God, she was caught right away!

Her face flushed, Lan Qing'er hurriedly buried her head in his chest, losing the face to see people...

Smiling and ‘digging’ her head out of her chest, Feng Yumo gently brushed away the black hair on her face: "Have you enough sleep?"

Lan Qing'er blinked and nodded.

"Are you hungry?"

His hand stroked his belly involuntarily, as if he was a little hungry.

So she nodded.

It’s just that it’s very cold. If you eat breakfast, you will definitely get frozen into ice bars when you wake up...

So she decided to get up.

Noticing her thoughts, Feng Yumo pulled the clothes she had taken off into the bed and covered it for a while before saying: "My husband, bring breakfast, Qing'er, you lie on the bed and don't get down."

After Feng Yumo said, he was about to get up, Lan Qing'er hugged him quickly: "No, I want to eat together. You are not a wooden person, don't you feel cold?"

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "Why don't it matter, the room is cold, my husband is going to move a heater, you lie down first..."

"No!" Lan Qing'er said with a frown, "Don't leave! Even if you leave, you have to take me with you!"

Seeing her opening her teeth and dancing claws at him like a cat, Feng Yumo had no choice but to lie down again: "Qing'er, turn around."

"Huh?" Why?

Feng Yumo used to cover his warm clothes: "Turn around, my husband will help you dress."

Lan Qing'er felt warm and turned around obediently, Feng Yumo hugged her from behind, slowly helping her dress.

Against his warm body behind her, Lan Qing'er's face was red like a tomato: "Yu, I can do it myself."

"No," Feng Yumo commanded domineeringly: "It's easy to catch a cold, my husband is clumsy, don't blame Qinger, it will be fine in a while."

Lan Qing'er pursed her mouth, her face flushed, how could she think Feng Yumo was clumsy...that wasn't clumsy, it was because he was too gentle.

For fear of hurting her.

Feng Yumo helped her get dressed and held her in her arms for a while before letting her get out of the bed, took the big robe and put it on her, got up by herself and put on some clothes casually.

Lan Qing'er was taken aback, and walked over to weigh his clothes, one, two, three... God, only four! Still kind of thin! How can you keep out the cold!

"Are you out of clothes? What about other clothes?" Lan Qinger looked around the room after speaking, touched the box, opened it, and it was full of books!

Where's the clothes? Where are the clothes!

Feng Yumo sorted out his clothes:

"Enough wearing these, my husband is not afraid of cold."

"Not afraid of cold?" Just kidding! "Why are you not afraid of the cold?"

Feng Yumo slowed down: "The poison on my husband's back is not clear. The antidote given to me by Mr. Mo also contains poison. The two poisons are entangled in the body, so it won't be cold."

Lan Qing'er was dumbfounded. The two poisons were tormented in the body. What a pain it should be! Feng Yumo didn't change his face and didn't breathe. He didn't know, but he really thought it was nothing!

With a distress in her heart, Lan Qing'er hugged Feng Yumo: "Does it really hurt?"

Brother Dao regrets his death now. Why did he just give up this stone for the sake of a mere five million? Even a person who doesn't know how to do it knows how high-quality the ice seed is.

Yifeng thought that there might be other secrets hidden in this rough stone, but he didn't expect it to be in slices, large pieces, and just looking at the cut skin layer, it was worth hundreds of millions. If there is still there, the value cannot be estimated.

This is what is said in the gambling circle!

He has been gambling in the stone circle for many years. Apart from seeing such a scene from one person, he has never seen a second person with such strength. But that person has long since retired. It is said that he accepted a lot of students later, but none of the talents surpassed him. What is the origin of these two children? They have such ability!

Yi Feng pretended that he didn't understand anything, and pointed to the big green thing and asked Yi Long, "Brother, why isn't it a stone inside?"

When everyone heard her asking like this, they couldn't help but wiped their sweat. This doll is not terrible, it's just good luck! I don't even know something so good!

Zhang Ergou stood behind and grinned excitedly. He almost picked up the young lady and the young master, and raised his head to express his feelings at the moment.

He didn't know that Yi Long and Yi Feng had studied the knowledge of gambling stone before, he just thought that the young lady and the young master were lucky.

After all, they can spend five million for wind slaves, and it is normal to spend a mere one hundred thousand to buy a stone to go home and pave the road.

Originally, if a good piece of stone was cut out at Shimingju, the boss would accept it on the spot, but this piece is extremely valuable. Who would buy it easily?

A piece of stone that has been cut and exploded, even if it costs hundreds of millions to buy it, it can make a fortune by turning it into various jewelry.

Who doesn't want to buy it?

But first, we must have assets worth hundreds of millions! Brother Dao was already excited when he saw the two large pieces of green, but he could barely make hundreds of millions of pieces together. He had to find someone to process it, which was time-consuming and laborious, and he couldn't afford it!

At this moment, he turned his hatred towards Yifeng. He always felt that Yifeng was very powerful. Who knows how he missed today, there is no such a big doll, and it cost him five million.

Five million! He bought one-tenth of this rough stone. By the way, he might be able to cut something out of the rough stone he just bought.

Thinking of this, Brother Dao's heart was still ashamed just now, and now it has completely rekindled.

Brother Dao asked the younger brother beside him to pick up the stone, and threw it at Yifeng again, ordering him to see if there was anything in the stone.

Yifeng held the stone, looked up and down, left and right, but didn't see where the entry point was. Isn't this an ordinary stone?

Brother Dao saw him hesitate, and there was no sound for a long time, and his temper came. He snatched the stone, ran to the store, took the knife that the boss had just used, and went up with a sharp cut, but there was nothing!

He cut more than ten or twenty times, and there was still a stone inside. He was anxious and was still cutting with a small stone!

"Be careful!" The boss couldn't help but reminded him as he looked at him violently.

Brother Dao gave him a few rolls of eyes, continued to do whatever he wanted, and cut to the back, he was completely impatient, and he was horribly choppy.

"Ah!" As he screamed like a pig, a **** finger flew out, just to the feet of Zhang Ergou. Zhang Ergou kicked with his foot, and saw Brother Dao holding his **** hand and cursing there: "Don't thump me! Pick up my finger and take me to the hospital!"