Chapter 168: between

"Yao master, you are just right, His Royal Highness has just told the small past to invite people." Tian Fushan looked free and saw that Mu Xiyao could not help but laugh. This guy used her as a magic star. If it was not necessary, she would never stroll before her. The general manager of the culture is not as tolerant as the Guardian. Only then did he get into trouble for a few times, and he was worried and walked around the road.
"That's a good thing, why are you going in? Don't you have a big deal?"
Tian Fushan is about to retire, and he was fooled by Mu Xiyao. He bitterly slandered and pleaded guilty. "You are free and random." When the Yao master was passed through the house, the man was always rushing in. Reporter's door, one stop there, it means that she is driving.
Fan Feng fan two fans, Mu Xiyao smiled and allowed him to retire, and entered the house by himself, leaving Zhao Wei and Mo Lanmen waiting outside.
Shi Shiran turned to insert the screen, the inside of the person has not seen clearly, only to feel a black front, was waiting for her for a long time Zong Zhenglin in his arms.
"Take off your lupin." Zong Zhenglin's face was magnified in front of Mu Xiyao, and the fire in the eyes of the phoenix was faintly visible.
"Isn't that the next time you gave him a reward?" Mu Xiyao grinned, reluctant to put the fan on the Eight Treasures, the commissioner looked at Zong Zhenglin, a pair of scorpion water charming.
Zong Zhenglin was used by her, and her heart was even worse. To know that this woman will one day be in front of such a person, so that "playing", this fan should be ruined immediately, and it will not be sent to the hands of this woman.
"I still don't change clothes." Since I saw this dress, Zong Zhenglin's heart was not smooth. This black ink with blush, even if only looked at one eye, did not see Mu Xiyao upper body, Zong Zhenglin can also foresee that this style color and Mu Xiyao is extremely matching, but also her exquisite body, white jade skin color lined up more prominent.
Zong Zhenglin has never forgotten that Mu Xiyao had worn a small coat, and the color was like this today. That night, Mu Xiyao took his heart like a fairy.
Such a small woman who is fascinated by the sorrow, how can Zong Zhenglin be willing to let others see. However, but Mu Xiyao's strong temper, and ultimately her heart.
"Jiaojiao heart and the hall anger, but now satisfied? Still do not understand the clothes, changed a set?" Zong Zhenglin hugged the people to go inside, the scorpion squatted to see Mu Xiyao high chest, chest I don’t feel any incitement in the abdomen. Indifferently, his eyes were placed on the couch, and Zong Zhenglin chose a reclining chair to sit down and take a book, avoiding the shackles of Mu Xiyao's undressing.
The opposite man sat comfortably, but the face was serious, but Mu Xiyao hesitated, I wonder if I would ask someone to go out. Boss was well-dressed, which made her feel reluctant to retreat.
"Do you think that one person is more lonely and looks lonely? Can you want this room to be with you?" Zong Zhenglin was considerate for her. As long as this dress is replaced today, there is no chance to get on her second time.
Obviously, it is a hand-held book, a Sven-like appearance, how to speak so explicit? Mu Xiyao looked at the past and saw that the man kept a correct look, and he still turned the pages of the book.
Boss, if you hold the shackles here, you can see it? Mu Xiyao secretly made fun of it. Someone read this story from the middle, and look serious and look at the military affairs?
Mu Xiyao's eyes are turning around, and there is still a bit of shame and embarrassment when I look at the past. In the eyes of the calculations, the sudden look of the eyebrows.
It turned out to be the case. The embarrassed person is more than one. The man who took the initiative farther away, and now has not put down the disguised man, actually hides a ghost in his heart.
Boss adults have a color heart, but they can't be hers at this point. They can only scare people with words. I want to understand that Mu Xiyao’s heart has opened the flower, and the temperament has changed. In the blink of an eye, it is the fairy that makes everyone lose their souls.
"His Highness, where do you want to change the clothes?" Mu Xiyao licked his red lips, slowly touched the neckline, thumb on the buckle, slowly twirling the circle.
Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were covered with a glimpse of his eyes, and he did not put his mind on the book. Now he is attracted by the sudden transformation of Mu Xiyao.
"Stool behind you."
Mu Xiyao's head turned to the left side, and she saw a Hunan-colored Su embroidery long skirt. Well, this man is premeditated, just waiting for her to come over and clean and redress. This is so small, boss, how did you become an emperor in your life, what is the river?
"Thank you for your dedication, you are very thoughtful." Mu Xiyao and the index finger are gently interlaced, the top of the buckle is already untied, the small collar suddenly disperses to the sides, the slender neck on the white jade skin in a piece The black ink is especially eye-catching.
Zong Zhenglin changed his position at random, resting on the rocking chair but could not help but linger on Mu Xiyao.
Beauty is more beautiful than in the temple. A person is unscrupulous and exudes a demon atmosphere. If there is nothing like a swearing person in his hand, he will become a flower demon that entangles a man.
Slightly sideways, only to Zong Zhenglin's side face, cheeks slightly down, chest buckle has been fully unlocked, from time to time exposed the indigo blue pocket.
Mu Xiyao was slow, and Xue Bai was inadvertently stroking his chest. He only heard that Zong Zhenglin’s breathing was a little faster, and his mouth gradually smiled.
Your Highness, you are better than the rumors, the difference is far...
Mu Xiyao was so honed, and the demon and enchanting slid down the shoulder dress in front of Zong Zhenglin, and suddenly half of the brilliance of the brilliance of the arms was exposed.
Seeing that the woman deliberately teased, Zong Zhenglin knew that she should not be on her, but her eyes did not listen to it, and gradually became stuck on the fairy, and the more she saw it, the less she felt.
"His Royal Highness." Mu Xiyao lifted his right hand and touched the back of his neck to try to untie the tie. Only this action made her clothes open, if there was no spring color.
"It’s sour, can you please help your subordinates to help, and take the ribbon behind you?"
It’s as majestic as you put it on the surface, you really don’t come over, you will naturally converge to satisfy you. It is a pity that I am really worried that there are many people in this world who are "dressing animals and beasts" and "thinking the face". Your Highness, which one are you?
Mu Xiyao kept a seductive posture, and the spring eyes were swaying in the eyebrows. Just look at the past, and the red lips were slightly waiting for him to reply.
Zong Zhenglin considered that the time was wrong, and he was particularly away from this uneasy, so as not to be tempted by her and lost self-discipline. Nowadays, this scene runs counter to his original intention. The woman is so simple and simple to sit down. After a few moves, he is already in love. At this time, the most difficult thing is that Mu Xiyao is as shy as a flower. Let go, invite people to pick up.
"Golden Jiao, you have to pinch the temple, but it is never soft." Since the little woman is instigated, why should he regenerate and care for the things around him, letting the beauty live and grieve.
Putting the book that hadn’t been seen from beginning to end, Zong Zhenglin’s clothes were swayed, and he stood long and came to Mu Xiyao in a few steps. Looking down from above, it’s really beautiful...
"Golden, hooked up the hall, have you ever been proud?"
Mu Xiyao's lips are red and bloody, and the scorpion is half-open and half-closed. It does not respond to Zong Zhenglin's words. He only pulls people down and squeezes into his arms. His right hand gently covers the heart of a man's powerful beat. At the office.
Looking up at him as light as ink, Mu Xiyao has only one thought in his heart: Your Highness, this time you want to lose you - self-confession.
"Proud. Naturally proud." Hook up Jian'an Emperor, let the world's masters and minds do not belong, why can't she be proud?
In the past three years, this man has fulfilled his promise. Then more three years later, Your Highness, I am waiting to see you continue to work hard...
"You can hook up your own man, and this man is famous outside, and there is such a skill. He is naturally very happy. Your Highness, are you saying yes and no?"
Mu Xiyao softly leaned on Zong Zhenglin's chest, suddenly let go of the small hand covering his chest, so he leaned over and put the lip flap up.
Under the lips, the heart beats like a drum, and even the chest and abdomen are stretched tightly. Mu Xiyao even feels that Zong Zhenglin has some slight tremors.
After a while, Mu Xiyao slowly got up, only to see the heart of the man, a bright red lip print on the Molan robes, the texture is clear, the outline is clear.
"This imprint can fall into the heart of the temple?" Just look up and look straight into the Zongzheng Linfeng, the two have long gaze, lingering, silent and warm.
Zong Zhenglin looked down at the robes on Mu Xiyao leaving traces. A hot stream between the chests slammed openly, and the whole person seemed to be drunk, watching Mu Xiyao's eyes soft and surprising.
This woman's mouth "home man", Zong Zhenglin only feels this layer of identity, so that he is proud of himself.
Mu Xiyao's technique of attacking the heart was too powerful, and he was so unrelenting that he could not break into an army in an instant.
"This temple is delicate, it really reminds the fairy. Lose and tender, not guilty." Zong Zhenglin could not help but sigh, and finally could not resist the small woman offensive, the first time in his life, but satisfied, willing to sink.
Mu Xiyao once again puts him in his arms. He laughs so deceived when no one is seen.
Your Highness, I can listen to you and admit defeat, I think... very enjoyable.
I don't know that the soul of the last life is still absent. If it is, can you be a little relieved, far away from her? Her tasks are heavy and her life is precious.
Mu Xiyao secretly danced from the eyebrows, not wanting to tie behind but fiercely loose.
There was a low sigh from the man, "Jiaojiao, let the temple live and remember..."