Chapter 12

The small hand is encroaching on the man's chest muscle at random, Mu Qinghuan's way full of confidence, "male god, obediently follow me!"

"How do I get it from you?" The tone of a man is playful.

"Very simple, kneel down and sing conquest!"

"How to sing?"

"Oh, I'm conquered by you in this way." Mu Qinghuan's voice is far enough to go around the earth.

Something's wrong. Why is she singing?

"Male god, marry me!" Mu Qinghuan stands on tiptoe and surrounds the male god's neck. He feels the hot temperature and completely covers the circle.

Depressed, is she in dream or reality?

Pat a face, why face does not ache, head is good giddy?

What did she say just now? Can you go back on it?

How can this man be so casual because he has a little muscle? where is your moral integrity?

The city was sealed for two minutes.

In Mu Qinghuan chin against the wall, constantly hit the head, intend to face the wall to think, seal the city spit out a word, "good."

Okay?

He said yes? Agree to marry her?

Well, get married!

Even if she was abandoned by Huangfu Han, she was wanted!

"Husband, you have to promise me a very important point!" With a fever in his head, Mu Qinghuan grasped other people's fengxiaocheng and Nunu said, "it can only be mine! No other hostesses

Mu Qinghuan's strength is a little heavy. The face of Fengcheng immediately becomes ugly. He looks down in disbelief

This woman

"Hands off." The tone of Fengcheng was as cold as usual, and her voice was not abnormal. She covered her little hand, and her self-control was really strong.

"No, you haven't promised me yet!" Skimming his mouth, Mu Qing looked at him with joy and grievance.

Feng Cheng hugs Mu Qinghuan and stops her hand from moving again. "OK, I can promise you..."

Mu Qinghuan's small hand was released and Feng Xiaocheng was rescued.

"Wait for me!" Mu Qinghuan patted his head. After thinking of something, he pushed open the city and bumped to the dance floor.

Fengcheng thought that muqinghuan was drunk and held her wrist hard. "I don't have much face. You can save some money."

Mu Qinghuan's eyes are full of resentment. "But, i... I didn't bring the Hukou book. Can you wait for me... I want to go home and get the Hukou book!"

Feng Cheng felt funny, "what are you in a hurry?"

"I'm afraid you'll run away with other women!" Mu Qinghuan pushed aside the blockade of the city. After two steps, he folded back again. He gathered his shirt tightly and warned fiercely, "you must wait for me to come back and marry me!"

Fengcheng bowed her head, and her vision just fell on her clean and clear eyes.

It's a pair of... Innocent eyes.

Eyes down, he looked at her red tears, "mu, Qing, Huan, you will be my wife Feng! I will marry you

"No, I'll stamp it for you!" He looks cunning. Mu Qinghuan bites him hard on his chest until he has no strength.

Alcohol mixed with saliva, sank into the tooth print, collided with blood, just a word, pain.

How dare she mark him?

No other woman in the world dares to do this!

When the city was sealed, where was the charming shadow?

She is quarreling with him about getting married.

She said she would come, so wait for her

On the other hand, fashionable and young women with rich cosmetics are far away from paying attention to the closure of the city.

Yan Naier, known as the national goddess.

She walked with elegant catwalk and looked at Fengcheng lazily. She knew that he had been looking for his mother for so many years. The only clue was that what kind of woman was in this bar that could climb up the bed of Fengcheng?

Yan nai'er's tone is not jealous, "fourth brother, who was that woman just now?"