Xuanyuan Mo really likes women?

Qian Junmo looked at the red dust that had been raised all over the ground, and his smile suddenly froze at the corner of his lips, and he felt that there was something wrong in his heart.

Xuanyuan Mo actually likes women!

Hell, he doesn't like women, does he want to like men?

He's not Xuanyuan You!

Although he was born exactly the same, he was not!

Tilting Junmo lay on the couch with his head in his hands, rolling around, and finally couldn't bear to sweep the red on the ground into the dust outside the house, covered it with snow, and stomped a few feet hard before stopping.

Why so grumpy!

How did it seem that Xuanyuan was sleeping with his woman. He lay back on the couch in a hurry, practicing breathing and breathing, and calming down.

But no matter how hard I tried, I was always uneven and angry......

Although he fell into Xuanyuanmo's arms yesterday, he deliberately rubbed Xuanyuanmo's chest, very flat, and flat. But he can still comfort himself...... Perhaps the end of Xuanyuan developed relatively late...... It doesn't have to be a man.

So...... That's the ...... Could it be Xuanyuan's own? Otherwise, how could there be any other woman in the heartless cure?

Thinking like this, Dump Junmo couldn't help but be so excited that he turned over and over on the bed to make pies, and finally buried his head in the quilt and couldn't help laughing......

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Because Shuyi was insatiable all night, the painting heart was tossed by him until the three poles of the sun before waking up, the colorful birds under the eaves of the window chirped, the clouds traveled in the sky, and the line stopped.

Xuan Yin directly sent lunch, and the painting moved his sore body, so tired that he had no appetite. Shuyi specially prepared for her did not eat any of the delicacies of the mountains and seas, as long as she had porridge and side dishes, she barely ate two bites.

After eating, it is a routine to drink medicine, Xuan Yin is afraid that Huaxin will be bitter again, and after Huaxin drinks the medicine, he serves a white dew tea.

Freshly brewed tea, tea tobacco wisps, lingering, entangled. The painting heart suddenly remembered the woman who was smiling because of a jar of white dew under the flowers and vines in the bright sun of late summer and early autumn, her teacher, Lan Ruoan.

owes a debt to the body that almost fell apart, the painting heart suddenly brightened his eyes, and then for the sake of the early Qing Xiao'er to tolerate the insatiable beast, I am afraid that before the catastrophe comes, she will die of exhaustion in bed first. So......

She had to find another backer for the little one.

"Let's go, go to the Nian'an Hall with this seat, and worship the master. Huaxin put down a sip of the undrunk white dew tea, got up and walked out the door, squinting his eyes, a flash of sorrow, "By the way, what are you doing with the earth." ”

"Do you want to inform the Divine Monarch?" Xuan Yin put down the tray of gilded painted phoenixes in his hand and hurriedly followed the painting heart.

"I married him, and I didn't sell it to him, but I went out and told him what he did. "The heart of the painting does not stop, and the light clothes slowly brush the flower wall.

"Master, where are you going?" Qing Jiuying was sitting on the corner of the eaves of the West Garden practicing the flute.

"Where my mother goes, it's none of your business. Without waiting for the painting heart to answer, suddenly a pink and tender little ball came out of the dense cluster of flower shadows, and the early Qing Dynasty jumped on the painting with his little short legs and crawled to the ground, stretching his arms, "Mother, hug!"

When the painting heard the sound, he turned around, and saw that Qing Chu stepped on the residual snow, and the soles of his feet slipped, and before she could reach out to touch, he had kissed the ground with his face, and hugged each other with his hands and feet.

In addition to the fleeting distress, the painting heart is only full of ...... Lose face.

"Mother, hug. Qing Chu raised his head from the remnants of the snow mixed with new mud, rubbed half of his face with slush, and only a pair of big eyes were still black and translucent. Read the latest chapter of "Step by Step Lotus Claw Book House" for free for the first time.