Dandere General and his Lord

When Tian Meng Meng, Cheng Qian leaf woke up.

She smashed her eyes and found out that she slept on the bed, and a arm was hanging along the bed. The wide sleeve was hooked by a few sleeves.

The ink bridge was lying on the ground in front of her bed, buried in the body of the bed, slightly curled up, face her, sleeping is fragrant.

The Qinghui of the morning is through the window Xuan, on the young face of the 189th year old.

His eyebrow bone is very low, playing deep projection in the eyes, and the corner is still tears. The bone-clear palm, sleeping in the sleep and lightly hooking the corner of the Thousand Leafle.

Oops, I secretly cryed last night, just asleep.

Cheng Qian leaf looked at the slightly red nose, and some regrets in his heart.

For you, he almost lost his life, but also tossed your one day overnight because of your worried and embarrassment.

Why do you still bully him, cold, how is it so worried?

No matter whether he has the emotion of you, you can't stand independent as you look forward to.

He has been precious for your pure heart.

Just like this is to get along with him, it is not very good.

Cheng Qian leaf is careful with your fingers to draw the cuff.

Mo Bridge is a bit awake, Cheng Qianhui lightly pat his back until he fell asleep, and he took him with his body and put on his clothes.

On the deck, Jiang Ying floated and air, and the sky was shot.

On both sides of the green mountains, the blue waves are cloudless.

Yao Tianxiang is standing on the bow, Jin Yi is strong, calling back, a hundred and the pearl.

Cheng Qia leaf is very smooth, walks forward and shoulder in the bow, sharing the scene of the spring river in front of this spring, and the beauty of smoke.

"Suddenly, I suddenly dressed in this way, I think you usually feel fine, it is very good." Cheng Qianye said with only two people heard the tone.

"I don't want to return to you. I have to give you this husband to make a face." Yao Tianxiang slammed a glance, attached to her ear, "The mood is so good, what is happy yesterday? How is your small slave? Didn't come out? Do you bully people? "

Cheng Qianhui took her shoulders and laughed in Jiang Feng.

When the ink bridge woke up, he found that the owner's bed is already empty.

He took a shock, his sleep is alert, why did the owner get up, from the body, there is no sense?

In this way, how can you give the owner, even if there is a secure to close, I am afraid that it will not react. He secretly condemned his excessive laverse nerves.

As he remembered, he seems to wake up once.

He touched his shoulders, then there was a familiar hand and gently pat here, a voice that made him relieved in the ear, making him let him down, and then sleep.

The ink bridge is surrounded by surrounding the windows.

The tartar of the outer hall is placed on a porridge, swopping with a bowl, obviously left him.

Mo Bridge sat down at the desktop, hesitated for a moment, taking a bowl of chopsticks, the owner said that he would adapt him as soon as possible, then he would adapt.

Warm-tempered porridge, with fragrant white-faced steamed buns and refreshing small dishes, and can be relieved to eat full of beef beef.

This is a cuisine that Moqiao has thought of not thinking. But I don't know why he eats the mouth, I always feel that there is no taste of imagination.

When the owner is with the table with the table, the owner always does not stop in his bowl. At that moment, no matter what the owner of the host, he also felt the most delicious thing in the mouth.

I want to have been like this, and I am dining with him every day.

Moqiao has an idea that I don't know.

He suddenly remembered that black grilled fish. For him, that is what he has eaten. The owner first succeeded that the food made by her hand was actually for his slave.

The ink bridge huddled with his fingers, quickly finished, and went out.

He saw the ship's head and a pair of golden respects, one is a king of a country, one is a princess, identity, and appearance of the earth.

The owner's hand is on the landsl of the princess, and the head is laughing and the princess is talking.

Although he knows that the owner and the princess have never really real the same room, it can only be a pair of fake couples. But his eyes can't help but condense on the shoulder.

He has a kind of wild look, wants to take the hand on the shoulder. Take it down and let him put on his shoulder.

Do not.

His eyes moved, moved to the shoulders of his most respectable person.

That person is not high, the shoulder is not very wide.

The Night's eyes of Moqiao is fixed on the shoulders of Cheng Qianfei, producing a big idea.

The person I want to stand around him is me, I ... I want to take my shoulder with my hand.

He didn't dare to think again.

"What are you thinking?" A low voice rang behind him.

The ink bridge has turned his face, and the eyes unconsciously revealed.

Sima is standing behind him.

"You have saved me, I haven't come to you yet." He hit his punch to the ink bridge, solemnly.

The ink bridge is lively shoulders relax, and the head is back, and it is not sent.

Sima's sight crossed him and looked at the bow of the bow.

"When you fall into the water, your host is not hurt, and he is also hurt." Sima was opened, "After you won it up, everyone said you die. Only he refused to give up I insisted that my arms were tired, and I finally saved you. "

The ink bridge has a mouth and silence.

"There is no master to have this kind of feelings on slaves, you have long been different from him,"

Mo Bridge: "What do you want to say?"

"Bridge, do you not know why your host is angry?"

Mo Bridge looked at him.

"He wants you, not as a slave, but as his beloved companion." Sima looked at him, "You don't want to stand around him, don't want to be with him forever," ""

He lowered his voice and said the most tempting sentence: "Don't you let him only belong to you alone?"

"Let's go!" Mo Bridge is low, his eyes show a strong color, "You and I said these, what is the purpose!"

Sima is smiling: "Is this not obvious? I like the princess. I want to stand around her, put her into your own, let her eyes only see me."

The ink bridge closed his mouth.

"So I hope that you will work hard, help me make your housekeeper," He took the shoulders of the ink bridge, and walked toward Yao Tianxiang.

Cheng Qian leaf turned his face, saw them two, she laughed, and the dressed bridge strokes, "bridge, come, come around me."

Go to you, come around you.

I have to have a day, I can really get rid of you.

The ink bridge has tightened his fist.

The boat has been in the territory of Jin Guo for two or three days.

This day, the fleet is temporarily stopped on a terminal, supplementing military demand.

In the cabin, the cabin of the cabin, the three or two two or two of the coat, and the dumplings usually jumped into the waterfront to take a shower.

He Lanqi is close to the upper body, only a piece of lining, and a few companions invited to pass by. See Mo Bridge, greece: "Bridge, or do you want to go down with water?"

The color of the ink bridge is white, and it is about to open an mouth.

Sima was a towel, from him, "Go, you will not be water, I teach you."

He has a head: "If you fall back in the next time, you will always have your master to save you?"

I heard this, the ink bridge bite his teeth and took off the coat and took him with him.

Yao Tianxiang and Cheng Qian leaf two people squatted on the side of the boat, looking at the young soldiers who were energetic in the water played.

"You see there." Yao Tianxiang looked at the chin.

Cheng Qianhui looked around, Moqiao Shengshua in the shallow water area along the coast, the Sima Hande's handle taught him to be familiar with water.

The ink bridge shoulder width waist and narrow, the skin is healthy, the legs are long, even in a group of men, it is very conspicuous. Cheng Qianfei did not consciously.

"The eyes are good. His figure is really good." Yao Tianxiang's shoulder has a top ten leaf, "I said with you, this is to look at the waist, the waist is good ... oh." "

Cheng Qianhui grabbed her mouth and stopped her Huang Section of the horse.

At this moment, the ink bridge standing in the water is obviously too nervous. He has a slapling of a floating force, and the limb movement is significantly uncoordinated.

"Don't be nervous, relax, how do you learn this?" Sima said, "You see, your owner and the princess look at you on board."

The ink bridge replied back to the junior leaf of the ship, and the eye was determined to close his eyes, and he took into the water.

Sima ranked a water surface in Moqiao, did not laugh at: "What is this? I teach you how to get familiar with water, but I don't teach you how to send it."