Chapter 197

Lin er's kind of half hanging tomboy, who can change the appearance of a three legged cat, can dye Shui Lingling's skin into turmeric. There's no reason to hide the other shore flower under his left shoulder in a more professional way.

He hid the flower because, on the one hand, he had some unknown fear of the mysterious thing.

Second, Xia Xiaoyun doesn't want to find that both of them have the same characteristics, so she will make more unreasonable demands on him.

But just now in the bathtub, when she thought of this hateful flower, Fang Yuan vaguely felt that Chen Wanyue might know this kind of flower. After all, she may have appeared in the dark world of Lop Nur.

So Fang Yuan washed away the potion that hid the other shore flower, hoping to see something unexpected through this flower.

After opening the door, Fang Yuan saw Chen Wanyue first.

Looking at the woman who smiled at him and sat up slowly, Fang Yuan suddenly thought of the cat.

This is a white cat. It is no longer wearing the white gauze dance dress, but black. It can see the body faintly. It is not surprising to wear the embroidered shoes on its feet.

This is a pair of semi-new embroidered shoes. I saw them last night. Just like the embroidered shoes he found with the water shadow in Lop Nur, there is nothing unique.

In other words: This is definitely not the pair of embroidered shoes you may have in summer.

The cat sat up, his limbs touched the ground, his tail was raised high, his front body almost fell on the sheets, but his chin was raised. A pair of strange blue eyes flashed, looked around, and stretched slowly.

Like most men, Fang Yuan also likes beautiful women without clothes.

However, if only from the perspective of appreciation, I believe that all men like women to wear black robes. The amazing white looming is the most lethal.

Fang Yuan once saw a female owner who looked like a white cat in a small film in Toyo. She wore this kind of black gauze Nightgown, but she wore red thin high-heeled shoes on her feet.

Chen Wanyue is wearing bright red embroidered shoes with other shore flowers embroidered on the vamp.

"Husband -- come on, come on."

The white cat kept lying down and moved slowly forward and backward. Its long hair covered half of its face. Only the half opened red lips were so clear that the words and sounds were more sad than the cat's cry when it ushered in spring.

Now that he had decided what to do, Fang Yuan no longer hesitated, smiled and walked over.

Standing in front of the generous Simmons, Fang Yuan looked down at the white cat and asked, "are you Chen Wanyue or another person?"

After making a decision, Fang Yuan doesn't want to test anything anymore. He just goes straight to the point.

"Giggle, of course I'm Chen Wanyue. Husband, don't you know me?"

The white cat, in a giggle, with the debauchery of the Taklimakan Desert -- there was no end to it. I can only imagine that the tail turned slowly, raised its head, put its half open mouth together, and gently bit the belt around the waist of the nightgown.

Looking at her little by little pulling the tape, Fang Yuan shook his head: "I think you are no longer Chen Wanyue."

Chen Wanyue didn't speak, just slowly waved her head.

The band of the Nightgown was torn open and spread to both sides.

He has changed a lot since he met the goat.

One of them is that he never wears briefs at night -- the goat said that if a man wears pants again at night, he is definitely harming his little brother and hindering his growth.

Although the goat is wretched and can filter out most of his words as a fart, Fang Yuan can't help but admit that this old man sometimes speaks some truth.

For example, I won't wear any clothes at night: the effect is absolutely immediate. The quality of sleep has increased to a higher level and has been retained as a good habit.

All right, when a white cat pulls off the band of his nightgown, he sees his most real side.

Mr. Fang never felt that it was wrong for the little brother to show a ferocious face in front of the beautiful woman.

It was as natural as drinking water when people were thirsty.

If he is indifferent to the best woman like Chen Wanyue, Mr. Fang will feel that life is better than death.

Looking at that thing with blurred eyes, the white cat murmured, "am I Chen Wanyue? Is this question very important at this time tonight?"

Obviously, this beautiful complex, which should be called Chen Wanyue, doesn't want to talk about this boring topic with Fang Yuan.

For example, she knows better than anyone what is the value of a spring night. Without waiting for any more questions, she made the most proud move for men.

How long has it been since there was such a sense of happiness surrounded?

Well, it should be after the flower demon killed the seventh woman that Mr. Fang completely left this happiness and tried to replace it with his left hand.

Obviously, even if his left hand is around himself, it can't compare with what this woman called Chen Wanyue brought to him.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Then I found that I didn't have the sense of crime I thought I would have.

He just enjoys it passively, just like the old people often say: life is like a strong woman. Since you can't resist, close your eyes and enjoy it. Only by calming down can you have fun in hardship.

Of course, Mr. eye is not suffering.

Tonight is the last quarter of the month.

It was cold at night and the moonlight was bleak. It sprinkled on Xia Xiaoyun's face through the window glass, making her face extraordinarily white without a little blood color.

If her eyelashes were not always trembling, God would be sure that she was asleep.

At least, when she first returned to her bedroom, she did fall asleep when the alcohol worked.

But when Fang Yuan pushed open Chen Wanyue's bedroom door, she woke up.

Just don't move.

She was not angry because Fang Yuan went to the room. She could even guess what would happen next: when she went upstairs, she once saw Chen Wanyue. The sensitivity of women in some aspects enabled her to see the desire in those eyes.

Knowing what Fangyuan is going to do, Xia Xiaoyun is not angry because she can feel that Fangyuan doesn't want to go to that room from her heart.

But he must go.

Only by entering the tiger's den can we get the tiger's son.

God is always fair. People have to pay what they want.

If Xia Xiaoyun wants to find the real Chen Wanyue, she has to ignore some facts, just like Fang Yuan has to face the gentle danger -- in short, the danger Fang Yuan is facing is far more serious than Xia Xiaoyun.

As a matter of fact, like Xia Xia, he should have run away when he deduced that Chen Wanyue was some kind of complex.

Instead of running away, he went to "face it bravely". In addition to the curiosity instinct in human bones, the most important thing was for her.

Xia Xiaoyun understood this very well, so she didn't feel angry or humiliated.

At most, that is, some unwilling -- no matter what it is, the body is Chen Wanyue.

There was also some curiosity around: no matter how hard she tried to persuade herself to sleep, when she opened her eyes again, it was already sunny and the spring breeze hit people... But it didn't play any role.

Curiosity can not only kill cats, but also make girls bolder.

The floor clock in the corner of the living room, when it rings, is half past zero.

It has been half an hour since Fang Yuan went to the house over there.

At this time, he may be doing something, or he may have finished it.

But no matter what he was doing, Xia Xiaoyun's curiosity thought she should go and see it.

Even a glance.

Really, just one look.

Xia Xiaoyun, with grass in her heart, sat up like a sleepwalker, wrapped her nightgown and went down to the ground.

She has no shoes on.

When the cat walks, it doesn't move because it doesn't wear shoes.

On the corridor wall of the villa more than ten meters, there are wall lamps in the living room, scattered with soft white light. She can see everything she wants to see, but it gives her an illusion that the room at the easternmost end of the corridor is so deep, as if it goes straight to another world, more like it can't go all her life.

There is no endless road in the world. Even the road of life has its own end.

Cat like Xia Xiaoyun, barefooted and white, quietly walked to Chen Wanyue's bedroom door.

The door was open, as if Fang Yuan knew she was coming to peek.

Perhaps it is a mysterious existence that makes Xia Xiaoyun think of cats, creatures who are used to the dark world, when she sees Chen Wanyue kneeling on Simmons.

The black gauze Nightgown on the cat has fallen on the ground. Only the pair of embroidered shoes reflect the palpitating color with the white body.

The cat is slowly straightening up, with the tip of her red tongue and a snake like passing around her upper lip, making a sick groan -- Xia Xiaoyun found that this seemingly ordinary action when a woman straightens up her waist can also fascinate people.

Chen Wanyue finally raised her head. Even if she was still kneeling, she could see any part above her chest.

Naturally, it also includes the strange other shore flower on the left shoulder.

The bright red other shore flower, like the color of the embroidered shoes worn by Chen Wanyue's feet, is somewhat dazzling in the light.

Generally speaking, only the dazzling things can make people see more clearly.

The woman who should be called Chen Wanyue saw the other shore flower.

Amazement, shock, fear, anger, evil -- in a short moment, Fang Yuan could see the real expression in her eyes.

Finally, these expressions quickly formed hysterical madness.

He suddenly opened his mouth and showed his white and neat little teeth. His charming face was instantly ferocious. His eyes were burning like a ghost fire, and he made a sharp to evil cry. He suddenly stretched out his hands and pinched his neck.

Do it, Fangyuan will never be afraid, whether the other party is a person or a ghost.

Chen Wanyue's slender fingers had not yet touched the square neck. He had already picked up his hair with his left hand and slapped him in the back.