Chapter 217: Because I like warmth 21

There is no expression on Wen’s face:
I didn’t promise to come back with you.

Ji Xubai faint: "You will come home with me sooner or later."
When Wen Zhi wrinkled his eyebrows and pushed off his hand on his lower abdomen, Ji Xubai did not force her too much. He said: "I let people bring in the dinner."
"Ji Xubai." Wen Zhi suddenly suddenly screamed at him.
Ji Xubai looked at her, and his look was uncertain.
"I can give birth to this child, but you can listen to it. If you don't let me go, I won't let your child go."
Wen Zhizhi stared at him, just like the child in her stomach is also the enemy she hated.
After Ji Xuanbai heard her last sentence, her face suddenly became cold. He grabbed her eyes again, his eyes were cloudy, and he said: "You dare to move me." One child, I will repay ten times to your brother."
At that moment, Wen Zhi’s face was like a gray.
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On this day, Li Yuan came to the military camp to report, and the emperor sent a gift to the king's palace, so that the king must accept it.
At that time, Ning Chengyuan was in the camp of Qian Qianmo. When he heard this, he felt that something was wrong. He subconsciously glanced at the thousands of inks on the seat. "Is this forcing you to go home?"
Qian Qianmo did not speak.
Ning Chengyuan couldn't help but say: "Hey, I still have to face it. You haven't been back to the palace for so many days. I don't know what we are trying to plot in the military camp. You have to be a sergeant." Think about it up and down?"
Qian Qianmo looked at him with a faint look, and his voice was light: "This king is very happy to see you."
Ning Cheng Yuan Li Ma converges on his face of gloating, who makes him thousands of ink to make him difficult these days, and now the emperor has taken over the treatment of thousands of ink, he still can not be happy, then he is still human?
On the night of the same day, Qian Qianmo finally returned to the palace.
The flowers in the palace have already been thanked. Several palace people are still sweeping the snow on the steps, and seeing thousands of inks come back, and they have performed their ceremonies.
Thousands of inks opened the door of the temple.
Uncle Uncle.
Do you know the kind of taste that goes to the extreme? I thought about you like that.
Thousands of inks lived in the footsteps, the hall was empty, and there was no warmth.
Every time he used to come back from the military camp, she was kneeling on the table and reading and writing. When he came back, he would immediately put down his hand and ran to talk to him.
One night in southern Xinjiang, there is no future.
Qian Qianmo can't restrain his heart from falling down.
He entered the temple and intended to change his robes, but saw a man wearing a nearly transparent gauze facing his back in front of the couch, like a warm figure.
Her hair is the same as a few warm, and she likes to hang loosely behind her head with a blue ribbon.
He paused in his footsteps, and at that moment he lost his mind and almost blurted out – warm, and the king missed you like that.
But I missed it and didn't dare to think about it.
I was afraid that I would be out of control.
But when that person turned around, it was not the appearance of his little girl.
The look of Qian Qianmo suddenly cooled down.
All the thoughts that flow to the apex of the heart are stuck on it and can't go down.
But the girl didn't know it. She looked down at his feet with a low head and shouted softly, and screamed softly, "Hey King", leaning his head and extending his white hand to untie the belt on his body.
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(Today's three more, tomorrow's five will be added.)