"Very good!" After a long time, Feng Qingchen leaned lazily against the car wall and sneered softly, "I actually like this scarlet color very much!"
An Yi hunched his neck and lowered his head. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not give him 10,000 taels of silver to buy him clothes. No!
In the room, Feng Qingchen picked up a book from the bed, opened it, and read it for more than an hour without speaking a word.
An Yi sat in front of the dressing mirror, looking at the angry Feng Qingchen with some confusion.
Shouldn¡¯t she be the one who should be angry? My man wears fancy clothes all day long, like a peacock in full bloom, that's why he attracted that old peacock Qiqige, and spent her hard-earned money to hide his feathers. This account is too bad! And when were her things moved to his room?
An Yi wanted to move out again, but looking at the man's livid face and the sinister atmosphere in the room, he decided to forget it. If he talked about moving out at this time, it would only add fuel to the fire! Anyway, this man must have been very tired last night, tonight
After combing her hair, An Yi lay on the bed, but the man continued to read without moving at all.
Small silver hooks were hung on the brocade curtain on the bed. The man, dressed in pure white clothes, was quietly reading the book in his hand. A cold wind seemed to be blowing outside, roaring ragingly. A whirring sound could be clearly heard. After a while, it seemed that it was raining. It's snowing, and the white light shines on the flower windows.
There are several charcoal stoves lit in the house, plus a dozen candles, making the room bright and warm. The water vapor above the flower window is smudged, with a subtle sense of coolness. Under the window is a big Ru kiln flower bag, filled with a bag full of white pear flowers. Don't worry about the cold winter, drink red to warm yourself, it's easy. Suddenly there was a silent, wonderful warmth in my heart.
She raised her eyes and looked at the man who was still reading. In this small room, there were only her and him, a woman and a man, swaying freely, the fragrance of ink flowed lightly, the ebony was white, the candle oil reflected wax, and the walls were slightly smoked. Dark, gauze and silk see through the moon, so profound, so speechless.
After walking out of this room, plum blossoms bloom in spring, chrysanthemums are covered with frost, pines grow in the empty valley, the clouds reflect the clear pond, the dragon swims in the winding marsh, the moon shines on the cold river, the beautiful rivers and mountains, the God of War in the world, so helpless, so glorious.
Here, she doesn¡¯t want to think about how sincere he is to her, whether he is using her or a fake love, he is just her man!
Noticing the woman's appraising gaze, Feng Qingchen raised his eyes displeasedly, only to see the woman's face smiling at him.
With a cold snort, Feng Qingchen continued to read, but a little foot stretched out from under the quilt and touched his thigh.
Feng Qingchen¡¯s eyebrows trembled slightly, pretending not to feel anything.
An Yi's feet were small, white and tender, wrapped around his legs.
Feng Qingchen remained motionless, with no expression on his face, and he flipped through two pages of the book extremely seriously.
An Yi was a little unhappy and kicked the man suddenly, then turned around and turned her back to him.
Feng Qingchen raised her eyes slightly, her soft black silk hair curled up behind her ears and nestled against her lips, her eyes were shining, and there was an indescribable enchantment and suppressed smile.
Throwing the book away and waving his arm, the room instantly became dark. An Yi screamed, then another, and then he was out of breath.
She just wanted to persuade him to change into his previous clothes and save the 10,000 taels of silver, but now why
The pear blossoms covered with snow outside the window, the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and the beautiful rivers are not as warm as the spring tents inside the house, and the love is lingering.
Xue Lingqiao and Leng Jiu were wearing big cloaks and sitting on the roof opposite. They couldn't help rubbing their palms together: "Is my idea reliable this time?"
Leng Jiu chuckled, "Is our palace going to have a baby next year?"
"Feng Qingchen, get out of here!" Suddenly, a voice shouted from inside the room.
Leng Jiu shook his body: "It looks a little worse" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com