Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead

Zhou Wudi smirked and smirked, and did not find Meng Sang’s strange eyes. When he was happy enough, this pinched the woman’s nose and asked softly, "Why are you angry, huh?"

"Nothing." Meng Sang-soo turned his head away from his comfortable hand, and his tone was somewhat intolerant. She has never been a fool who is willing to be used by people. This time, she has to look at how much benefit she can get from a man. Moreover, the attitude of the man to her is very intriguing, she has to re-examine the bottom line of the man's tolerance for himself, stepping on the bottom line, she will be effective in the future.

"You don't know what you know, is it for the group of women?" Zhou Wudi slammed her down, and kissed her on the lips with a strong expression. The expression was smug. I didn't expect Mulberry to be jealous for him. He wanted to laugh again.

Meng Sangqi's black and white distinct Fengmu picked up slightly and despised the man. His attitude was really not respectful. This is also a kind of temptation to test the tolerance of men to her.

Emperor Zhou Wu did not take it for granted, and began to sneer, cheeks on her cheeks, and prudently assured, "Don't be angry, after a long time, they will not bother you again." The words, his dark eyes The cockroach flies quickly over a ray of light.

Yes, the spring is on the draft, you don't need my shield! Meng Sangxi sneered, and the mood of Yu Yu was even worse. He broke his arms and said, "I will deal with it myself, and I will not worry about it! I will handle the palace!"

This time, even the words "Chen Chen" have forgotten to say. Zhou Wudi was satisfied with the darkness, loosening his hands and softly saying, "Okay, don't bother you, the little things are really tempered!"

You are a small thing, your whole family is small! This nickname is too nauseating, the man's tone is too pet-friendly, Meng Sang trembled, smoothed the goose bumps on the back of the hand, picked up the books and flipped through it, and the faint phoenix eyes circulated. It seems that men are very tolerant of her, but I don’t know how high it is.

Her eyes looked complicated at the man, in exchange for a man's hearty smile. This smile was so simple that she even had a bit of sillyness, but it was inexplicably chilling. She quickly bowed her head to focus on the books, but her ear tip was quietly red.

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After finishing the work, the two men held hands and walked toward the tourmaline palace. In the past, I have always seen many costumes dressed up, but today I don’t even see them. Meng Sang’s strange eyebrows saw the sudden increase in the guards on both sides of the road.

"After the day, I will go to the Qing Dynasty and take this road. They will not dare to bother you." The woman's hand is pinched, and the man has a slightly open mouth.

Meng Sang-soo nodded, and took a look at the man's eyes. The cute little appearance made the man's heart beat faster.

"Isn't this suffocating?" The woman was plunged into her arms and wrapped in a hot shovel. Zhou Wudi bit her her earlobe and whispered.

The two bodies are closely attached to each other, and each arc is so close to each other, as if they were born for each other. The man is even dyed with his own taste, as if he has branded himself. Meng Sang's ear tip quickly became congested and forced to calm down. "Not angry. Chen is hungry, go back to eat soon."

Responding to her is a man's pleasant and smug smile.

In the tourmaline palace, the hot meals have already been prepared. There are no rare dishes, no big fish and big meat. Only a small round table and two soups and one soup are simple. Zhou Wudi, who can walk into the main hall, sees this scene but feels very satisfied. He missed the faint little days in the Palace of Bixi.

Picking up the silver chopsticks and putting some hibiscus chicken slices on the mulberry, he sighed. "Let's eat more. Recently, my face is ruddy, but I still have to make up for it."

Meng Sang 榆 榆 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟 孟

"How come? I remember this is your favorite food." Zhou Wudi raised his eyebrows.

"Chen Chen does not like to eat now." Meng Sang slouchy and fiddled with the rice in the bowl, the small appearance is very charming, causing Zhou Wudi to laugh.

"What do you want to eat? How do you want to do it for you?" Put down the silver chopsticks, and he will send the mulberry hair to his ear and ask with patience.

"Chen Chen wants to eat peach blossom wine and live shrimp." Meng Sangqi is also welcome, ordering food directly.

"Have you heard it? Don't go on! Call the chef to hurry!" Zhou Wudi looked at the palace lady, and the tone was not gentle when facing the mulberry.

The palace lady did not dare to delay, and rushed to the dining room to promote the dishes. The dish soon came up, and the rich aroma of the peach blossom wine was scattered in the air, making it fascinating.

"Is this satisfied?" Zhou Wudi pinched the tender meat on the face of Mulberry.

"The emperor's helper licks the shell." Meng Sangqi picked up a prawns and put them in the dishes in front of the man. Her clear eyes looked straight at the man, not missing the slight change in his face.

Without any intolerance, the man’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and the handkerchief handed over by the palace lady wiped the fingertips, carefully peeled off the shrimp shell, and handed it to the woman’s mouth. The soft temperature could drip out the water. “Come on, not Have you been hungry?"

Meng Sang simmered the shrimp in one bite, slightly squinting his eyes and obscuring the complicated streamer of the fundus. The man's tolerance for her seems to exceed her expectations, and the feeling of not being able to detect her makes her feel a little flustered.

Zhou Wudi coveted and smiled, patiently peeling off the shrimp shells and putting them into the mulberry dishes, but they did not move. How can he not see that the mulberry is testing himself? This cognition made him nervous. This proves that Mulberry began to face his change, and at the same time opened a heavy heart wall and took a step toward him. Although this step is small, it is a huge incentive for him.

Unconsciously, the shell of a whole bowl of prawns was stripped, and Zhou Wudi slowly cleaned the fingers with the wine with a slap, and one-handedly supported the mulberry. The feeling of suffocation in his heart has already been full, and there is no need to eat anything. It is probably the so-called "sentimental drinking"!

Thinking of it, he smiled softly.

Meng Sangqi was numb by him, and he felt that it was not a good idea to test the man's bottom line at the table. The ultimate suffering was his stomach. With so many shrimps, when will she eat it? Without the habit of wasting food, she picked up the shrimp and stuffed it into the man's mouth. She said, "I also eat it! Don't eat it, don't let it go." Although she refused to admit it, her subconscious mind had already drawn the man. Into the harmless range, otherwise the tone will not change so casually.

The change was not discovered by herself, but the man immediately perceive it. Kaichen smiled for a long while and then carefully chewed the shrimp in his mouth. Well, this taste is better than all the delicious food in the world.

The interaction between the two is filled with the warmth of the pulse, called Feng Wei and others. How can it be a playful scene? Feng Wei shook his head and sneaked. Yin Cui and clear water also showed a thoughtful expression.

After dinner, the two scattered in the Royal Garden, and the snow that began to fall in the sky began to return to the Tourmaline Palace. The temple is warm and spring, and a few pots of peony grow lush, even a few flower buds, which can bloom in a few days. The bitter and fragrant fragrance of the grass is filled with air and refreshing.

Zhou Wudi was half lying on the soft couch by the window, carrying a mulberry in his arms. The crowns and jewels on both of them were taken down. The straight hair was on the shoulders, and they were combined with each other. . Emperor Zhou Wu held the book in one hand, and read it with the mulberry, and inserted it into her hair gently. The position and behavior of the two are like the mistakes of Meng Sangqi and Abao before, and Zhou Wudi’s heart is not satisfied.

In the past, he was always watched by Mulberry, and he is now finally able to turn his back.

This is a travel note, very much with Meng Sangyu's appetite, she gradually became fascinated, and the scalp's numbness is equally intoxicating. She blinked, slightly leaned down, lazy in the man's arms, and the fingertips unconsciously wrapped around a slap in the hair. The hair is doped with the hair of two people, the circle of the turn-and-close, and the other circle spread out, with some kind of sly hint.

Zhou Wudi’s gaze was attracted by the lush fingertips and the dark hair, and the strong color made him dazzled. His throat slid up and down, picked up the teacup on the case, and slowly sipped a bite, leaning over the big tongue to open the powder of the mulberry, and into her mouth. The slightly bitter taste of the tea fainted on the tongue of the two, and then swallowed into the abdomen, the book in his hand had already been thrown to the ground, giving a dull sound.

The thick ink is more closely intertwined. The extra tea flows down the woman's white cheeks. When it falls on the soft couch, it pulls out a line of silver. The squeaky voice of the lips is called the waiting for the palace people to blush. .

The placket was torn open, revealing a rounded shoulder, and the cool air made Meng Sangqi wake up from the fiery feelings. She shoved the man's thick chest and panted, "Don't be tonight, too tired."

In the midst of the night, she was sore in her back. After temptation, she clearly knows that even if he refuses to ask for a man, he will not be angry. She has always been smart, always able to pinch the bottom line of others accurately, and then let myself try to be as comfortable as possible within this bottom line.

Sure enough, the man did not move, buried his head in her neck and breathing heavily. After a long while, he laughed low, and the laughter was rough but full of joy. Mulberry is really smart. It is because of this cleverness that he has found an opportunity to break her heart. While she was testing her bottom line, she did not know that she was approaching herself step by step. When she stepped into his inner ban, it would be hard to go out again! She can only be his!

"Well, I will do nothing tonight, just hold you to sleep." The man looked up, and the deep scorpion seemed to be encrusted with the stars, and the deep meaning contained in it made Meng Sangzhen not clear.

In the moment she lost her heart, the man had picked her up and put it in the warm bedding. Under the window, there is heavy snow in the goose, and the sound of the snow falling can be heard in the quiet. Meng Sangqi was held in his arms by a man, and his forehead fell with a gentle kiss, like snow falling, but it brought a warmth.

Meng Sang smashed the silky smock of the man's chest and closed his eyes in the pleasant laughter of the man. It seems that it is not bad to let him pamper for a while, she has not tried to feel at the same time.