Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

Threats, warnings, reminders... everything is possible. If you have already read this chapter, please go to 匕匕奇中文小ШШШ.Ыqi.mЁ to read the latest chapter. Xiaomei looks at the heart-shaped necklace on the hand of Anzi, very uncomfortable.

"If the necklace owner reappears, what would you react to?"

An Zikai, who was caught in meditation, was said to have been stunned by Xiaomei’s cold words.

Seeing Anzi’s stunned expression, Xiaomei’s heart is even more uncomfortable. “Hey, people are dead, even if they miss the most, the most concerned, the person can still survive! Anzi皓, be careful not to be in the family’s trap!"

The trap... Anzi’s twilight flashed like something thought of it. “The snare... Is this a trap?”

"Hey, I hate the look of your nerves!" Xiaomei sighed, grabbing the heart-shaped necklace on the hand of Anzi. "Would you like to dig a pit and jump on it? Don't make a necklace suspicious." Throw the necklace away!"

This voice just fell, Xiaomei has opened the window door, hands smashed, the necklace flew out!

"Wait a minute!" It is not expected that Xiaomei's movements will be so radical. Anzi wants to stop it. It is impossible to watch the necklace fall from a hundred high-rise buildings.

His heart also sinks.

"How? Don't be willing?" Xiaomei patted the dust on her hand. "If you don't want it, go down. It's wood, it shouldn't be broken. If you break it, you don't have two at home."

Anzi's brows are slightly wrinkled, turning his head to look at Xiaomei, his eyes are half-baked.. "How do you fight with a dead person?"

With a dead man... vindictive? !

A breath is stuck in the throat, Xiaomei has a big mouth and can't say a word for a long time.. "An Ziwei, how do you say?!"

An Zikai picked up his eyebrows and said coldly. "Little beauty, your practice today, passed!"

pass? Really gone?

Oh, she will do it even more!

"Ok," Xiaomei hand spreads.. "An Ziwei, you said that I care about the dead, I have to! I wish you a old man with a dead man!"

Said, Xiaomei picked up the handbag, stepped on the high heels, and took two steps and turned back. "Remember the early birth!"

The door of the office was closed by Xiaomei, and Anzi皓 stood at the window door and fell into meditation.

The old man is old...

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Net Shu thought did not expect that the ceremony actually lasted from 10 o'clock in the morning to 8 o'clock in the evening!

If it weren’t for Beitang’s find a reason, they would have been squashed in a well-known international hotel and celebrities.

Upon returning to the North Hall home, she and the North Hall repair bedroom, Jing Shu immediately took off the kimono!

This kimono, she hates to die!

Throwing the kimono far away, the net comfort is greatly relieved.

Azi said that how much money this kimono costs, passed down from generation to generation, is very valuable. But Jing Shu now only wants to be free!

How expensive it is.

After dropping the kimono, she came with her hairstyle.

Throw the combs on the head one by one, for twenty minutes, until the long hair hangs shoulders, the weight of the body is gone, and the net Shu Shu is a long sigh of relief.

Finally completely liberated.

However, she seems to have found a problem.

She undresses and gets her hair. This is less than half an hour.

Could it be that the North Church repair sent her back, and then went out to ‘reciprocate’ others? !

Thinking of this, Jing Shu stood up and looked for the shape of Bei Tang Xiu, and finally saw a North Tang repair in a corner of the room.

Strictly speaking, it was a small pavilion room dedicated to retreat. Beitang Xiu sat there, quietly looking at the knife in front of him - Liu Tong.

The scabbard of Liutong is pure black, and there are not many gorgeous carvings. The six-tung pattern on the handle is still prominent.

In the middle of the six paulownia flowers, a ruby ​​is embedded in it, which is dazzling.

The color of the jewel is red as if it were bleeding.

This Liutong Temple is the treasure of the Beitang family. It follows the heroes of each generation and witnesses the success and failure of the Beitang family. The knife is a dead object, but it is a breath of breath, which makes people daunting.

Others say that once the knife has been used for a long time, or if it is immersed in blood for a long time, it will have its own consciousness. Such a knife, the average person can't control it.

From the morning to the evening, Beitang repaired his face without a trace of tiredness, so quietly sitting, as if nothing had happened.

However, Jing Shu pays attention to the look in the repair of the North Hall, which is complex and deep.

Bei Tang Xiu is a very gentle and gentle man. His temper is very good. When he is facing others, he always smiles and people can't see his heart.

Today, Beitang Hong and Beitang’s remarks, in fact, the net comfort is very real.

On the knife, there is the blood of the mother of the North Church!

She did not quite understand the words of Beitang Hong, but she knew that the story on this knife is certainly not simple.

Jing Shu gently walked to the front of the North Church, sit down, and silence.

She did not want to interrupt the meditation of Bei Tangxiu, but she was a bit worried about Beitang’s appearance.

She knows him, certainly not happy.

After a while, Beitang Xiu realized that Jing Shu was sitting in front of him!

"Small Shu? Sorry, I... I am distracted." Beitangxiu smiled apologetically. "Is it tired?"

"Husband, we are now husband and wife, I hope that you have something unhappy, don't take it on your own. Tell me, let's share it, okay?"

Beitang repaired a pair of squats, and then filled with tenderness, and reached out to the net. - "Of course. Baby, you too. You are also a family now, and my husband hopes that you can share something with your husband. For example. Are you scaring you today?"

The net comforted the pouting, and held the hand of Beitang Xiu. The Beitang repaired the house with a gentle pull, and the net comfort fell naturally in his arms.

The unique scent of the Beitang cultivating body will give the net a special peace of mind and a special sense of security.

"I don't know tea ceremony, nor is it a famous person. Do you dare to take me out to show up? Are you afraid of losing face?" Although Jing Shuzui always said that the rich and the poor are equal, but when it comes to this kind of scene, the inferiority of the heart The sense will be magnified.

"Then you suspect that your husband is ‘organized’?” Bei Tang repaired and joked back.

Oh, yes, today’s homeowner’s succession ceremony is like making a movie.

"Why don't you tell me to test the tea ceremony? Let me do a preparation. Even if the tea ceremony is not good, you can get away with it. Today, let you do the task for me, the family has no opinion?"

Jing Shu noticed that when Beitang repaired the hands of tea, the expressions of those people were so strange.

Just like seeing something incredible.

"Since ancient times, the Beitang family has been married to the clan. In addition, in the country dominated by men, women are not expensive as mothers. Since I am the owner of the 30th generation, the family The rules, then I have the final say. I am a married woman, not a tool. She should have the same status and honor as me. Baby, you are yourself, you don't need to change for me. What. Baby won't, let her husband finish."

Listening to her husband's whisper, Jing Shu is as sweet as honey. The skill of the Beitang Tea Ceremony is beautiful and first-class. And Beitang Xiu is her husband, which means that she can enjoy the beautiful man to make tea for her at any time!

Hahaha, a great joy in life too!

"Husband!"

"Ok?"

"I want to drink tea! Drink your tea!"

North Hall repaired the meal.. "I see you just didn't eat anything, or eat something first..."

"No!" Net Shu sat up, holding the face of Beitang Xiu in both hands.. "I want to drink your matcha tea!"

The wife's ‘not indomitable’, like a cat who stretches out like a paw, Beitang’s heart is sweet. “Well, I make tea. Then have some tea, okay?”

Net Shu cheered in my heart. "It’s OK to eat, but people just want to see your husband tea!"

Beitang repaired his eyes, well, it seems that the little wife is on the squatting.. "That's good, my husband will make you a tea every day."

Yi Yunrui looked at the three men in front of the blood, and the eyes were cold.

"Cough cough... Yi Yunrui, do you think you are trapped me? There is a kind of killing me now!" Spitting out the blood in his mouth, Sanye looked at Yi Yunrui with a look of laughter. Yun Rui, Yi Junchang! I know you too well, you don't want to kill, right? Hahaha, I tell you, if you kill now, or the next dead person is Xia Ning!"

I heard the words 'Xia Ning', Yi Yunrui smashed a hole, and the hand stretched out, squatting on the neck of Sanye, and mentioning it up, all of a sudden, the three masters were pressed to the wall and their feet were suspended. Off the ground.

The feeling of suffocation came, Sanye’s eyes stunned, his head was blank, and he had an instinctive open mouth, blood and mouthwash constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"It’s very simple to die," Yi Yunrui said in a double-worded way. "Afraid, just can't die!"

The man in front of him, with only a little effort on his hand, there is no more ‘Lei Buyang’ in the world, but it is not the time when he is dead!

This kind of death is too cheap for him!

"You will definitely die, but unfortunately not now." Yi Yunrui smiled coldly. "This is the dungeon in your home. In this dungeon, how many people have you asked? How many people have been killed! You are giving me good now. 'live', feel the feeling of death."

Yi Yunrui said that while the hand tightened, Sanye’s eyes gradually turned up, and at the moment he was mad, Yi Yunrui suddenly let go –

Sanye is like a broken puppet, and the sound of ‘啪’ is soft.

Yi Yunrui is close to his lips, and there is no human emotion in the cold.

The door was ringing in rhythm, and the sound of Zhang Hai came from outside. "Boss, phone."

Yi Yunrui turned and walked out of the black prison, scared Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai is stupid.

Slow, is this his boss?

This cold breath is like Satan coming out of hell.

He has been with the boss for several years, and he has not been exposed to such a boss.

Yi Yunrui did not speak. He took the mobile phone directly from Zhang Hai’s hand and saw the name on the screen. The thin lips became a sharp sword.

It is the number of Angela.

"Uncle Uncle, help! Come and save my mother!"

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be Xiaorui's call, watching Xiaorui's horrified tone, and what happened to him.

"Xiao Rui, what happened in the end?"

"Uncle Uncle, help, come over and help! Hey, Uncle Uncle..."

Xiaorui said that at the end of the cry, Yi Yunrui was trying to talk, then a phone call came in.

It is the call of his wife Xia Ning.

"Well, I am coming over now." After saying this, Yi Yunrui decisively hung up the line, against Zhang Haidao.. "Now, immediately go to the community where Angela lives."

"Yes, boss!" Zhang Hai responded, turned and ran.

Yi Yunrui closed his eyes and slowed down. Pressed the call button.. "Wife, I am coming back, wait a little longer..."

"Mr. Yi," the voice of the mobile phone is not the voice of the little wife. "Mr. Yi is now in the hospital."