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   When he returned to his room, Fu Zhiyan was still working.

   It is said that the men who work are the most handsome, so the handsome men are really the ones who want to be handsome and want to commit crimes. Han Xiaoye crept behind him and blindfolded him, "Guess who I am."

  Fu Zhiyan's beautiful hand stopped, her eyes moved, her long eyelashes swept across her palm like a small brush, itching.

   "Don't make trouble."

Han Xiaoye didn't like his calm and self-controlled appearance. He hugged him from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and hugged him. He suddenly remembered and said, "I just gave the kitten a bath, and I read it to him. storybook."

   The man with his back to her hooked the corner of his mouth, "En."

   But from the sound, it seems to be calm.

Han Xiaoye's little hands were dishonest, and the hands around his waist began to touch, and the little mouth blew a breath in his ear, his voice changed, and he asked seriously, "Little uncle, I heard that you can- Bo?"

   There is nothing strange about Chen-bo, but the strange thing is that Chen-bo's person is Fu Zhiyan! He was usually abstinent in bed, and when she flirted, flirted, and flirted, she couldn't bear to move.

   She suspects that he suffers from coldness.

   But the kitten actually said that he would wake up.

   There is no saying on Baidu that X cold people will be morning-boo.

  Han Xiaoye is a bit strange, since X is not cold, why is he so restrained every time? Could it be true that he has no interest in it because of his size?

   This truth is so heartbreaking.

  Han Xiaoye didn't believe it.

   She felt that although her current figure was not a devil's figure, it was still a ******. There should be meat where there should be meat, and the place where it should be thin should be thin. Moreover, although the height is not the height of the model, the proportion is very good. In the summer, when she goes out in shorts, someone peeks at her legs.

   Wouldn’t you be so disgusted that you couldn’t lift it?

  Han Xiaoye thought about it for a second, and felt that it was too necessary to try to see if Fu Zhiyan really had no interest in her.

   She brightened her eyes, opened her mouth to hold the man's earlobe, ground it, and kissed it again. Softly, "Little uncle."

  Fu Zhiyan still had some work to do, but the hooligan behind him had already done it this way.

   He decisively buckled his laptop, got up and directly picked up the dead man and pressed him on the bed. He told her by himself that a man in the morning could not be provoked, and a man in the evening could not be provoked.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't bear the repeated education. He spread out on the bed like a dead fish, let him carry her to the bathroom to wash, and then brought her back. The eyelids have already started to fight, even so, she still stumbled and muttered, "Little uncle, you are illegally giving birth today."

  Fu Zhiyan paused before realizing what she said-safety is the primary productive force.

  The rascal is saying that he is useless.

   His face darkened, and he just wanted to pull her up and 'teach her a lesson' again, but she looked like a cabbage, but he didn't want to. He rubbed his temples, got up, turned off the bedside lamp, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to sleep."

"……Um."

  Han Xiaoye fell into a deep sleep.

  *——*——*——*

America.

   It is just morning, and the sun is shining brightly on the earth. In the top luxury mansion near the sea in Los Angeles, the man wrapped in the bathrobe is still sleeping.

   Yin Jue knocked on the door, smelled the smell of smoke in the room, and opened the curtains. The 360° panoramic balcony is facing the blue sea. There is a three-story swimming pool outside the balcony. Looking out from the room, it seems that the blue sky and white clouds are all printed into the mansion.

   The paradise on earth that I enjoy so much is full of cigarette butts, and the blurred smell of Marlboro smoke is not scattered even when the floor-to-ceiling windows are opened.

  Yin Jue frowned and lifted the man's quilt on the bed, "Rong Lian, get up."

   From the moment he came in, the unruly man had already woken up. At this moment, Bo was lifted, and he opened his eyes spontaneously. Peach Blossom Eyes passed over the man in front of the bed affectionately and ruthlessly, took the cigarette case from the cabinet, took out a cigarette, lit it, casually put it in his mouth, got up and took a glass of water, "Why are you here? ? Run away from marriage?"

"I'm not as self-willed as you, and you are self-willed because your old man spoils you, but I can't do it. Apart from me, my family has no shortage of grandchildren. There are only two people who have recognized them, not to mention that there are three or four people outside. If I don't want to, someone will compete for it." Yin Jue's tone was gentle, but there was a sense of chilling for no reason in his smiling eyes.

"Hey." Quan Ronglian's slender fingers clamped the slender Marlboro, flicked the ash, and the Beijing accent was lazy, "It's like how easy it is for you to be replaced. If you can be slaughtered by others, you are not the Yin I know. Sir. Tell me, what's your idea?"

   "Is there any other idea, the Gu family is good, in terms of conditions, Gu Qingshen is a good marriage partner."

   Quan Ronglian sneered and raised the corners of her mouth, her rosy lips were very bewitching, "Yes, yes, everyone in the circle knows that she really loves the Yan family. Your green hat is a bit flashy."

  Yin Jue snatched the water glass from his hand and responded elegantly and kindly, "It's better than not being able to wear it if you want, right?"

   Quan Ronglian sneered and laughed at herself, "Yes, it is indeed better than me."

  Yin Jue looked at him like that and changed the topic, "What are you doing yesterday, you actually updated your Weibo. Do you know how many domestic entertainment media have repeatedly analyzed your broken picture today?"

  "..." Jieao lowered his head and flicked the cigarette, nonchalantly, "Don't worry about their shit!"

  Yin Jue rubbed the bridge of his nose, speechless. Looking at the sea for a while, he suddenly asked, "By the way, are you going to Han Chengming's wedding banquet?"

   "What kind of thing is he that needs me to go?" Quan Ronglian said lazily, "Besides, if I go now, someone will be unhappy again."

"Fu Zhiyan will indeed be unhappy. No one can understand his thoughts. It's like three years ago when I thought he would kill Ji Shuya. I didn't expect him to pick it up hard and put it down gently." Speaking of this , Yin Jue hasn't figured it out yet. Judging from the level of Fu Zhiyan's anger at the time, no matter what the situation is, Ji Shuya will not have good fruit to eat, how could he let her go?

Quan Ronglian knew what he was wondering, so she straightened up, threw the cigarette **** on the ground and crushed it, and then said unhurriedly, "No one knows if I pick it up heavily and put it down gently. It's like no one knows. It's like knowing where Ji Shuya disappeared two or three years ago. But do you think he would put it down gently? If he was so good at talking, he wouldn't be Fu Zhiyan."

   He turned his head and glanced at the thoughtful person beside him, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, "And, if he puts it down gently, will Ji Shuya marry Han Chengming, who is one year older than himself?"