When Murong Zongchang left, Yan Xiaomo opened the box he put on the table, and found that it was a night pearl glowing with red light, this kind of bead with red light Yan Xiaomo saw it for the first time, and he knew a lot of money at a glance. Fastest update access: щщщ.79XS.сОΜ.

Yan Xiaomo put the beads aside, anyway, she couldn't take them with her if she wanted to leave, so she could only leave them for the clones in the future.

In the middle of the night, Yan Xiaomo heard a steady footstep approaching the 'door' of the room.

Yan Xiaomo returned to the 'bed' and finished it, and then put the red cover on her head.

There was a 'squeak', and the door was pushed in from the outside.

"Madame, I've kept you waiting."

Zhao Yun's voice was drunk with a hint of intoxication, and his tone was full of pleasure, and he could feel that Zhao Yun was very happy.

It is a very happy thing to marry the 'woman' you like, so the evening guests toasted him, and he did not refuse, and drank a lot, three points drunk, seven points sober.

Today is his big wedding day, how can he get drunk into mud?

When the time was almost complete, he retreated to accompany his general's wife.

Zhao Yun uncovered the red 'color' hijab, and his eyes were full of pampering 'color'.

He married his favorite 'woman'.

Originally, he thought that he would never meet his favorite 'woman' in his life, but he didn't expect God to let him meet him.

Choose one person, from now on, one heart, until death.

"Zilong, are you drunk?" Yan Xiaomo smelled a smell of wine, but Zhao Yun's eyes were still sober.

"I'm happy today, I drank a little more, but I'm not drunk yet."

Zhao Yun smiled, got up and brought over the wine on the table, and the husband and wife had to drink a glass of wine.

This combination is a ritual for couples to get married, symbolizing that marriage unites two people.

Yan Xiaomo didn't refuse, but after intimate contact with Zhao Yun, a trace of blush flashed on her cheeks.

"Madame's 'spring' night is worth a thousand gold." Zhao Yun took Yan Mo's wine glass and put it aside, tonight's Xiao Momei was a little ethereal and unrealistic, which made Zhao Yun panic in his heart.

He didn't know where the panic in his heart came from.

"Zilong, are you okay there? If not, let's not force it. ”

Yan Xiaomo's gaze subconsciously looked at a certain part of Zhao Yun, and she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Zhao Yun's face sank slightly, and he suddenly smiled profoundly.

"As the saying goes, practice brings the truth, so it's better for Madame to try it."

After saying that, Zhao Yun pushed Yan Xiaomo down on the soft collapse, looked at the white and 'colored' silk of the 'bed', frowned slightly, and threw the silk under the 'bed'.

He is willing to marry this 'woman', which means that he likes this 'woman' very much, and he does not need to insult the 'woman' he likes with a handkerchief.

Yan Xiaomo noticed Zhao Yun's movements, and a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes.

If you really like someone, if you really love someone, how can you care about that person's past?

When Yan Xiaomo saw Zhao Yun's stone more 'strong' somewhere, she instantly regretted it.

"I can't eat it, I really can't eat it...... Yes...... Kindness...... Light, tap ......" Yan Xiaomo made a voice like a kitten, which made people blush and heartbeat when they listened.

Zhao Yun was in a dilemma, not wanting to 'hurt' the 'female' person under him, but he couldn't control himself and wanted to go on a rampage.

This 'woman' can really torture him to death.

(PS: (A thousand words are omitted here, and thirty-six poses are omitted.) In order not to be a river crab, everyone understands, let's order it until now, wipe the edge ball or something. ）