Chapter 510: Just like worry-free

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The temperature string picked up the eyebrows unexpectedly, and then looked up and looked at Yufu Road. "There are Lao Yufu girls."
Yufu took a ritual and walked to the guqin to start playing the piano.
Wen string took the leaves and worries to sit at the table and poured him a cup of tea.
Ye Wushou is not thinking about drinking tea, a pair of otters are only staring at the jade playing the piano.
Seeing Ye Wuzhe has been staring at Yufu, Wenxian suddenly felt that the tea is sour.
I didn’t notice the difference between the two. Yufu caressed the strings, and from time to time, he looked up at the temperature string with a shyness, and made the leaves worry-free.
"I want to drink beer."
Ye Wuyou suddenly burst into a sigh of relief, making the temperature string like the second monk, completely unable to understand.
"what did you say?"
Ye Wuyi squinted and said a word, "I said I want to drink."
"No fun." Wen strings frowned and whispered.
Seeing the temperature string fiercely, Ye Wuzhe feels aggrieved in his heart. "Whoever is noisy, I will drink."
Regardless of the warm and dark face, Ye Wu wor turned and told the side of the color, "Go give me wine."
Choi sneaked a sneak peek at Yufu, and saw her gently nod and immediately squatted down.
"Please use it slowly."
The pottery quickly sent a jug of wine.
Seeing the color pot really took the wine, the warm-faced face instantly cooled down, and an icy cold moment was released.
Where can the color plaques withstand these, immediately suppress the sweetness of the heart, and hurriedly retired.
"puff......"
As soon as I got out of the room, I couldn’t help but spurt a blood.
In the room, Ye Wu worry holding a jug and drinking a glass of wine, watching the warm eyebrows jump straight.
"What are you doing, you will be drunk when you drink this."
Wen String wants to win the leaves of worry-free wine, but he is slammed away.
Ye Wushou looked at Wen Wen with a drunken eye. "Do you have a string brother? You said that you came here last night?"
Breathing a string of warmth, looking at the fascinating leeches of Ye Wuyou.
Is he angry because of this?
can you? Will he be angry because he went to the brothel? Does he really understand this?
"why are you not replying?"
Ye Wushou’s nose was sour, and the tears were turning in the eyelids, but they did not fall out.
The warm heart slammed a pain, immediately took off the glass in the hands of Ye Wushou, and scorned, "Oh, no, let's go back."
Wen string said, it is necessary to pull the leaves of worry-free hands, but suddenly smashed.
"I don't go back. Why can't you come, I can't come. You sent me back, do you want to be alone with her?"
Ye Wushou said, and drunkenly turned to Yufu.
Listening to Ye Wuwei's words, Yufu's hand jerked, and the original melodious song broke instantly.
The playing was forced to stop, but Yufu couldn’t control it. A pair of water stunned the leaves with worry and warmth.
They, they are really...
The temperature string was finally confirmed, and Ye Wushou was really ecstatic because of Yufu’s anger.
"Let's go back."
Strong pressure on the joy of the heart, the temperature string ignores the leaf's worry-free resistance, directly hit him and left the room.
"The string son..."
Seeing the Wen string, I left the leaf without worry, and Yufu finally couldn’t help but cry out.
"Let me down, I won't go back."
Ye Wushou struggles and wants to come out from the warm string.
"No trouble."
Wen string black face, "狠狠" took a picture on his ass.
Ye Wu worry did not move in an instant, only screaming at the temperature string with tears.
Wen string looked at Ye Xiaozhe's little grievances, some distressed, but did not put him down, but accelerated.
A silver robe man on the roof of the Fengyue Building looked at the back of the warm string, and the corner of his lips evoked a smile.
"Things seem more and more interesting..."
Wen Xian does not know that he has been stared, a heart is completely in the arms of the little man.
Until the white string Xuan, Wen Xian put the leaves without worry.
"I hate you."
Ye Wushou squinted at the eyes of the eye, then turned and left, but was suddenly pulled back by the string.
"Do not hate me."
The string of ignorance leaves the worry-free struggle, and directly put him into his arms.
No worries can not earn the warmth of the arms, suddenly cried out of grievances.
"You are bad, you are a bad guy..."
"Good, I am a bad person, don't you cry?"
Ye Wushou cried and the heart of the string was broken, gently picking up the little face of the pear with rain, lovingly kissed the tears of the face.
Leaves no worries, don't open his face, look awkward, "Don't kiss me, dirty!"
That "dirty" word makes the Wenling heart seem to be screwed up, and it hurts and hurts. A nameless anger also rises.
Ignore the disappointment of Ye Wushou, licking his little face and then kissing his pink lips.
The leaves are worry-free and big-eyed. The first reaction is to push the temperature string away, but the temperature string is like crazy. The more he struggles, the more he kisses.
The rude kiss is very oyster, and many times more than a kiss, but it is such a jealous kiss, let the leaves worry and gradually become addicted.
Forgot to struggle, forgot to be angry, and slowly closed his eyes, like a boat on the wind and waves, with the wind and rain.
Feeling that no worries are no longer struggling and resisting, the warm heart of the heart suddenly softens, and the rough kiss gradually becomes gentle.
I don't know how long I kissed, until there is no more air in my lungs, and the string is not willing to let go of the leaves.
Ye Wuyue blushing, unable to soften in the warm string of arms, a blank in the brain.
Wen string gasping, holding a leafless face, looking at his blurred pink water scorpion, a word and a serious thought, "You give me good, except you, I have not kissed others.

He is the robbery of his life, except that no one is eligible to get his kiss.
It seems that the truth of this statement is judged by the leaves of the leaves.
Looking at the confused look of Ye Wushou, Wen string lips slightly hooked, and re-entered him into his arms.
"Stupid, don't think about it, all I said is true."
Ye Xiaowu confusedly blinked, suddenly thought of something, and violently carried forward, "Why do you want to go to the brothel, often go, and the girl of Yufu..."
Speaking of Yufu, Ye Wushou began to feel wronged, and an unspeakable sourness filled his heart.
He doesn't like the girl, so he doesn't like it very much.
The warm string of lips evoked a bitter smile, and he went to the brothel not because of him.
Converging the bitter emotions, Wen String explained, "I have nothing to do with her, I went to the brothel just to catch the thief."
"Flower thief?" Ye Wuzhe will raise his eyebrows with doubt. "Do you really?"
"Really." Wen Xian firmly nodded.
Ye wowed into the warm string of arms, "string brother, you don't like others."
He doesn't want him to like others, no one can.
The warm string of brilliance flashed, holding the leaf without worry, lovingly licking his hair.
"Well, I only like worry-free."
In this life, I only like him.
A sweetness rushed into my heart, and the leaves looked up with joy and joy, and the light looked brightly at the string.
"String brother, when I am fifteen, we will be married."
Wen Yan, the warm heart of the heart suddenly shocked.
marriage? Can they?
"String brother?"
See the temperature string does not answer, Ye Wu worry gently pick up the eyebrows.
Warming the strings back, the light flashes. "You are drunk, have dizziness, sleep for a while."
Waiting for the leaves to answer without worry, Wen Xian directly hit him and walked to the bed.
Xu was really drunk, and he cried again. He only took a few steps, and Ye Wushou fell asleep.
The warm string gently put him on the bed, lovingly stroking the small face full of tears.
If he is a pro, he doesn’t want to, but he can’t, he can’t...
Ye did not worry about this sleep until the next morning to wake up.
"String brother..."
Looking at the empty room, Ye Wu woke up and rushed out, and immediately went out of bed with bare feet.
In the pavilion next to the lotus pond, Wen Xian is playing the piano intently.
The sound of the piano is melodious, but it gives people a very sad feeling.
Ye Wuwei looked far away and couldn't help but wet his eyes.
What happened to the string brother, why do you want to play such a sad song?
At the end of the song, Wen Xian only saw the leaves in the distance.
Seeing the pair of bare little white feet, frowning in a warm string, immediately rushed from the pavilion to Ye Wushou.
"Why don't you wear shoes?"
Just hit him horizontally and go to the room.
Ye Wushou glared at the neck of Wen Xian, looking at him slyly. "String brother, do you have any thoughts?"
The string is a stiff body, and the light flashes.
"What can I do? Why are you not wearing shoes?"
Wen String said that he patted the leaf on the worry-free ass.
Ye Wushou spit out his tongue and said, "I forgot."
Just got up and didn't see him, he panicked, and he still cares about wearing shoes.
Standing in the doorway of Baixianxuan, looking at the figure of both of them, they frowned at the same time.
The chilly brows are wrinkled, and there are anger and worry in the eyes.
The flaming feathers are also frowning, and they look ignorant, but they also have concerns.
Cold and cold face, directly into the white string Xuan, the hesitation hesitated for a while and followed up.
"Hey brother, little six."
Seeing the chills and the flaming feathers, Ye Wuxi happily fell off the bed.
Warm strings, black eyes, "wearing shoes."
"Oh."
Ye Wuyou immediately obediently put on his shoes.
Looking at the interaction between the two, the brows frowned more tightly.
"Let's talk." The cold voice was mixed with anger.
The string was slightly stunned, and looked up at the dark face of the chill, and nodded in doubt. "Good."
Wen string patted the leaves of worry-free leaves. "It’s fun to play with Xiaoliu. I will be back soon."
"Yeah." Ye Wuxi nodded and nodded.
Chiba is looking back at the back of the two people with a worried look.
The two went out of the white string, and went to the ink residence.
"What the is it? You have to come to the ink and live in the house." Looking at the back of the cold, Wenling looked confused.
The cold fists clenched, and they turned and slammed into the warm face.
"砰", the string slammed to the bamboo on the side.