Chapter 883

It will be dawn in more than two hours.

Yan Chunlai sat on the rattan chair on the balcony, holding a Book of historical records in his hand, his left leg on his right knee, his face calm, very serious reading, word by word.

He has read this book of historical records hundreds of times. Every word and sentence is deeply imprinted in his mind. It's not too much to say it backwards.

Every time he read it, he understood it differently.

This book is like a beautiful woman who can change a thousand times. Every time she appears in front of him, she changes into different clothes, which strongly attracts him to appreciate and move around. Finally, she peels off the beautiful woman, tastes her taste carefully, and closes her eyes.

In those days two years ago, he got up at two in the morning. In the process of reading this book, he would look back at the bedroom. His eyes were gentle: there was a peerless beauty, his savage little wife, more like his spoiled daughter. When he slept, he didn't wear any clothes and his posture was not elegant.

As if in a deep sleep, she didn't forget to show her charming charm to her husband and bewitch him to dry his throat.

At that time, he felt very lucky and was definitely the happiest person on earth.

Born in a rich family, he doesn't worry about food and clothing. He will be respected everywhere. With such a fairy like little wife, although she is a little savage and domineering, she only deeply loves him - if the big husband is so, why should he ask?

But Yan Chunlai's happy life has gone forever since an asshole surnamed Fang appeared.

You can slap a man in the face, pit his money, and verbally greet all the women in his family, including the ancestors of the 18th generation, but you must not give him a green hat.

A man who can "see" after wearing a green hat is definitely not a man.

Yan Chunlai is a real man. Although he hasn't met his wife's requirements in that regard since he got married, he tried his best and made up for it with tolerance and arrogance, so he never thought he was not a man.

Since he is a man, it is impossible for anyone who wants him to pretend to be blind after he is wearing a green hat. He must kill the weaver (the man who puts the green hat on him).

Yan Chunlai did just that.

What happened?

After quietly reading a sentence and carefully pondering the meaning of this sentence, Yan Chunlai closed her eyes, gently breathed out a breath, and subconsciously looked back -- her eyes dimmed when she fell into the bedroom.

The woman is gone.

The woman he once held in his hand for fear of falling and holding in his mouth for fear of melting, now the king of Tang, thousands of miles away, is also lying on the Kang, naked, in a rather unsightly posture and sweet sleep.

In her sleep, there was a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth. There were faint sweat stains on her forehead. Her cloudy hair was messy, covering up less than half of her beautiful face. There were some light blue blood stasis on her body carved like white jade and fat -- this is what ye Mingmei looked like when she was exhausted and fell asleep after a crazy battle with men.

Next to Ye Mingmei, there was a young man lying beside her like a dead dog, one leg on her full moon hip, one hand stretched under her ribs, tightly clutching a flexible snore like a pig in his mouth.

There is no need to deliberately imagine. Yan Chunlai just needs to look back at the empty Simmons to see this scene.

This scene, like a knife, stabbed him in the heart. He jerked at the corner of his mouth in pain and closed his eyes in pain.

In fact, even if she can't control her desire for young men and does something sorry for me, she really loves me. I shouldn't treat her like that. I should forgive my daughter for making mistakes like a tolerant father, take more careful care of her, and let her understand that only being with me is happy.

Yan Chunlai thought so painfully and regretfully.

However, before he could help raising his hand and slapping himself in the face, she and Fang appeared again. In front of him, like a shameless bitch, she wantonly sifted two full moons, yelled hard, and sweat flowed down her crystal skin.

This scene was not like a knife, like a basin of cold water, suddenly splashed on him, making him cold. All the flames of regret were splashed out, but the flames of anger exploded like an exploded oil depot.

"Why should I forgive her? She has betrayed me from her soul. She is reluctant to leave me and is willing to accompany me just for the identity of 'Mrs. Yan'! That watch is miscellaneous. I just want to live the life she has been used to! When I became a watchman, I still wanted to get the memorial archway of Zhen and Jie. It was a joke, ha ha, a joke! "

Yan Chunlai smiled coldly. Huoran opened his eyes and his face began to twist.

Especially when he thought of the news from the king of Tang that several overseas professional killers he had hired with a lot of money had evaporated without any struggle, he knew that those people were unlucky.

When he first heard the news, he was very happy.

I'm glad I just threw a little money and found some worthless foreigners to die -- even if those killers from abroad die in batches on the streets of China, they won't cause the Chinese police to spare no effort to trace them.

Fang Yuan must have done it, and only he has this strength. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to pass through hundreds of hunting traps laid by Wuzi (Weidong) and put on a good play with Ye Mingmei in front of him.

Whenever she thinks about the surrounding area, Yan Chunlai has a deep sense of powerlessness.

In China, there is almost nothing Yan Chunlai can't do, but it's more difficult to kill Fangyuan than to let him hope for the decline of the Yan family.

Fortunately, he can deal with Ye Mingmei.

Yan Chunlai firmly believes that according to Ye Mingmei's debauchery on the Kang, no man is willing to let go of her and may fall deeply in love with her - that woman is poison (the kind of drug used) for men. Once fascinated, he won't want to leave her again in his life.

So Yan Chunlai felt that as long as ye Mingmei was killed, Fang Yuan would suffer.

He was very eager for the pain of Fang. Thinking of the dejected look when he lost Ye Mingmei, Yan Chunlai suddenly became violently excited. He immediately raised his hand and picked up a remote control from the nearby small round table.

After pressing the green button above, Yan Chunlai patted on the armrest of the rattan chair again.

This kind of cane chair looks to be woven by hand. With Yan Chunlai's hand raised, the back of the chair began to fall back slowly, making a slight hum. The place where he sat also began to arch up and then fall.

Easy chair.

This is an easy chair, which ye Mingmei bought for the pursuit of love and interest. In the past, Yan Chunlai only had to lie on his back to keep his physical strength as much as possible and do what people like most.

When Yan Chunlai's body fell slowly from above for the ninth time, a slight sound of footsteps came from the bedroom, accompanied by the charming body fragrance of young girls.

The barefoot girl wearing only a black gauze Nightgown was a young star who had just made her debut. Before she could be dropped by the director, she was sent to Yan Chunlai's mansion.

The director who wants to curry favor with President Yan must have asked someone to teach girls, so she can astringently make those debauchery actions and try her best to satisfy Yan Chunlai.

The girl came over and slowly untied Yan Chunlai's nightgown. She whispered something in her mouth. She raised her hand with eyes like silk, put her long hair behind her ears, and showed her youthful, pure and beautiful face.

Yan Chunlai closed her eyes and could hear that the girl was not pretending to be delicate. She was really obsessed with his martial arts. She instinctively hummed like a cat, with pain and reluctant joy.

This greatly increased Yan Chunlai's confidence and enthusiasm. She opened her eyes slightly. Seeing the girl's long hair, Yan Chunlai suddenly woke up.

He thought of a passage.

A very scientific saying: a man in his forties should be with a girl in his early twenties, because at this time, men are lack of physical strength, but they have a lot of experience in that field, and a girl is like a flower just blooming. What she needs is care, not the urging of the storm.

On the contrary, women in the age of wolves and tigers are more suitable to be with hairy young men aged 17 or 18. The young man's vitality value is full of blood, savage and monotonous, and seems never tired, just enough to meet mature women.

When Yan Chunlai married Ye Mingmei, he was in his thirties and seventies. At that time, he was in the golden age of men in all aspects. He was in harmony with Ye Mingmei, who was twenty-three or four years old.

However, as he grew older, a flower in full bloom became more and more beautiful. He began to decline day by day. Finally, he became guilty because he couldn't meet his wife, and then made up for it with connivance.

In fact, I shouldn't have promised Ye Mingmei to have children after she was 32.

She should be allowed to have two children for me early, so that if I can't meet her full energy, it will be transferred to the children, just like the love between husband and wife when we first got married.

Without children, my physical strength is weak, and the superior living environment makes her extremely empty, extreme and capricious -- it's all my fault. I should let her have children early!

When I thought of this, the girl riding on Yan Chunlai gradually turned into Ye Mingmei. He asked him to raise his hand, pick her hair, pull her head hard on his chest, and hissed, "I want you to give me a child, give me a child!"

The girl was stunned and ecstatic.

Small movie stars like her, no matter where they go in the future, are extremely eager to marry into a rich family and become your wife.

The wife of President Mingzhu Yan, a girl, did not dare to think, but was extremely eager to have a child for him. In that way, she would have no worries about food and clothing all her life, and would no longer have to be given hidden rules by all kinds of directors who have to pick their nostrils when eating.

"I promise you, I will give you a baby!"

The girl screamed in a low, shrill voice and suddenly went crazy.

Just then, Yan Chunlai's mobile phone screen on the small round table suddenly lit up.

If Yan Chunlai is still young and in love with women, let alone someone sends a text message, even if he runs to smash the door, he will ignore it and finish what he should do.

But now he is no longer young and worried. When the mobile phone screen suddenly lights up, you suddenly felt a bad feeling. He raised his hand and pushed away the girl who was going to kiss her madly and picked up the mobile phone.

"Spring comes, I miss you."

Ye Mingmei's short message in the early morning contains deep love.

It's just that it comes with a website.