,, The streets in Cangming were very quiet.
The man in black, with his slender fingers and white fingertips, lightly held a white oil-paper umbrella with a pattern on it.
Rainwater flowed down in all directions along the umbrella ribs, and the cold wind poured in, and Ji Ci's long, lush hair was blown into the air.
His steps were very light, slowly following the figure in front of him.
Shui Mo carried a box and hurriedly came to the store where Feng Fuyao was staying.
"Master, how are you doing here?"
As soon as he entered the room, he opened his mouth and asked about the matter.
The handsome young master in red clothes was like a phoenix tail trailing to the ground, and her long linen hair covered most of her body.
There was no sunlight outside and the room was very dark.
She was carving something seriously by using the light.
I had heard the footsteps a long time ago, "Put your things over there, come here to take a breath."
"Oh" He glanced back calmly, haha, he followed her as expected.
When he went out, he was really bored and walked around in front of someone.
"Who is that?"
The person he asked was naturally Zhou Zheng, who was nowhere to be seen.
When he didn't hear the answer, he curiously put his head over to see what Feng Fuyao was doing.
"Come over to the other side.
We've all brought the people here.
Don't get too close to me."
She pushed his bird's head away in disgust.
Shui Mo curled his lips aggrievedly.
Shui Mo knew what he meant.
He was outside, being rained on and blown by the wind.
He felt distressed.
Everyone feels pain, but no one feels sorry for him.
Standing at the door, he looked at the fairy Rongrong who was waiting for the call at the foot of the stairs.
He looked at her several times.
He didn't know why he had the mentality of a mother-in-law becoming more and more satisfied with Ji Ciyan now as she looked at her son-in-law.
Trembling, he suddenly patted his cheek, thinking that enough was enough, he faced the other side, facing Ji Ciyan with his upper body, but moved his legs and head in the same direction, "Then what, Master, I feel sorry for you. , come into the house quickly."
This weird standing posture made Ji Ciyan twitch her lips and frown her eyebrows.
It was a rare and wonderful sight.
Zhou Zheng's shop is not big.
In addition to the place for selling goods, there is also a sleeping place inside.
Feng Fuyao is sitting on the table further back, carrying out the actions of his men without raising his head.
The distance was close, and she wanted to hear what Shui Mo and Ji Ciyan had to say.
She sighed and touched her conscience.
Well, she actually just wanted to hear what Ji Ciyan had to say to find out.
But, this dead ink, what is he talking about?
When did she say she felt distressed?
She suddenly stared at the door, and she was immediately confused by the wind.
Looking at the posture of Shui Mo's demon tool, at first glance, she thought he was possessed by some evil spirit.
She roared loudly, "Shui Mo" mixed with thunder, and a Liexu, the person who was called Shui Mo said that he was feeling sad inside.
Hum, he wanted to make a film to see if his little heart was so scared that he was sweating.
But before he could show off his Wanjiao Niang movements, the red meteor descended on the world again after several months.
His body immediately flew up from the ground.
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Being used to it, he reacted quickly enough and spun around in the air, steadily.
Steady, steady, be optimistic, but if it is steady, you will fall into the mud.
"Oh, no."
Not wanting to step into the mud and soil the new boots given by the maid, our Mr.
Shui Mo just changed the trajectory of the parabola in the air.
Not to mention, Zhou Zheng, who had just returned from going out, came up behind him.
With a click, Shui Mo looked at his boots and touched his chest.
It's okay, it's okay.
But it's the people underneath him who are really miserable, and this is what really makes the film.
Under the eaves of the corridor, Feng Fuyao was dressed elegantly in red, her hair flying, as if she had danced, and she calmly retracted her legs.
"Hey, you skinny monkey, please be gentle, my old waist is going to break, it's going to break, it's going to break."
Zhou Zheng was lying on his one-third of an acre of land, screaming in pain.
The culprit frowned, and his men's movements were serious.
Wasn't this man just suppressed?
What he shouted was so embarrassing to the man that he wanted to sew his mouth shut during the noise.
This person used anger to apologize, but the other person used passionate kiss to calm down the anger.
"Hmm" "Ji um" "Husband, husband" Ji Ciyan opened her eyes and kept her gaze on the young man's face.
She had just shouted something, her cheeks were flushed red, her lips were moist and slightly swollen, her eyes were lightly closed, and her eyelashes like butterfly wings were trembling slightly, "She is shouting Once again.”
The person in her arms turned away angrily, "Your Highness."
Why didn't he answer when she called his name just now?
She was almost out of breath.
She didn't believe he couldn't feel it.
This time, he didn't even say your name, sister. .
"Stop making trouble, scream quickly."
Ji Ciyan frowned.
Although he doted on her in the past and she also acted very dependent on him, in this matter, he understood that there were some things that he couldn't get used to.
After saying this, some people couldn't care less.
With a little pout, Feng Fuyao stuffed her head into his arms and muttered, "Son of a bitch."
He raised his forehead.
He was either angry or not angry now.
He wanted to keep a cold face but was so angry at her childish behavior that he softened his face and lost his smile.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Use a lotus to discuss our afterlife, and then spend a lifetime running towards each other.
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