Chapter 831

Zhao Yinfeng stood by the window for a while, and his body was cold. Ling Qingyu was so cold that he worded. Instead, he stuck it with his warm and soft body, hugged Zhao Yinfeng who wanted to push away, and said, "it's so cold, be careful of catching a cold."

It's already may, and it's already the season of disorderly dressing on the plain, but it's a rain here, and the temperature drops to zero at night.

"Nothing. It used to be colder in winter than this." Zhao Yinfeng covered the quilt tightly and smiled. Wen Xiang nephrite was pregnant. He endured it all night. In the morning, he couldn't help it. But seeing that she slept so sweet, he just kissed her lips, so he got up and opened the window by himself, letting the air conditioner outside calm down his restless desire.

Yesterday, Japan got up early. She walked for another day and was caught in the heavy rain. She didn't feel it when playing. But after coming back, she was so tired that she threw herself on the sofa without eating.

These two days, she was accompanied by Yan San. Although she was tired yesterday, Gao fan was gone. Zhao Yinfeng couldn't help it. Even if he couldn't do anything, hugging was good. For so many days, he thought her heartache.

Before Yan San made a sound, he took her back to the room, fed her some porridge at will, and then took a bath with her. Before she got to bed, she had already slept to death.

Speaking of it, she had never slept so soundly before. The first two times she was in Bianjing, she left after finishing it. Later, the Ling family took Bianjing. When he rushed back to Bianjing to accompany her, he stayed in her room every time. At that time, no matter how tired she was, she always slept lightly. Even if she was tossed by him, she couldn't get up and couldn't sleep.

Now, he knew how cute she was after she fell asleep, her eyebrows were soft and peaceful, and the corners of her mouth sometimes curled up in a strange arc. He didn't know what dream she had and gave out obscene and cheerful laughter. Even the slight snoring brought a thrilling vibration.

He couldn't bear to sleep, so he just hugged her, hugged her as she rolled, and just slept with a gun.

Ling Qingyu rubbed his head against his chest, and his voice was a little hoarse and unconscious. He said, "this place is not higher than the Central Plains. The higher the altitude, the stronger the body, the more uncomfortable it will be. If you catch a cold, it will be even worse."

"I'm all right. Those Rhodiola, Panax notoginseng and so on. Yelu has prepared food for us every day. He said, adapt to it for a few days. With our bodies, don't worry." Zhao Yinfeng stroked her back and whispered.

"Well." Ling Qingyu answered, and put her hand around his waist. Zhao Yin moved her body and let her hand just touch the mouth of xiaowanzi.

The cold wind blew in from the crack of the window, dispersing the heat in the room. The cool air made Ling Qingyu's head slightly sober. When his hand touched the heat, he looked up at Zhao Yinfeng, who deliberately turned his head to one side, and said with a smile, "well, small balls look like hungry ~"

"I've been hungry all night..." Zhao Yinfeng turned back and said with bright eyes.

Ling Qingyu smiled unconsciously, rolled over and flattened him, fell on his body, gently scratched his skin with his fingers, and said with a smile, "that's really a neglect of the husband, so, how do you want to compensate for your wife?"

auzw. In the past, as long as you saw her, it was like a hungry wolf pouncing on food. People who wanted to strip naked all the time and fight with goblins could just hold her. Even if it had become this state below, they would rather go to the window and blow the cold wind than touch her

The feeling in my heart was sour and sweet, and I asked softly, "well, what do you want my concubine to do ~"

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Zhao Yinfeng's body tightened again, panting, "I want to..."

"Ah?" Ling Qingyu asked blankly.

"I want what you gave Yan San and Yang Zhao, too." Zhao Yinfeng rolled over and pressed her down, his eyes as if with a flame

Yan San and Yang Zhao? Ling Qingyu tried to think with the little reason left. What was given to Yan San and Yang Zhao, but not to him?

"Wedding, I want you to sincerely worship heaven and earth with me." Zhao Yinfeng's voice was blurred, but it clearly rang in Ling Qingyu's ear.

A sincere wedding

Ling Qingyu hugged Zhao Yinfeng's head, and his hair always maintained a flat inch style. The short and thick ends of his hair were very comfortable to tie in the palm. The ancients paid attention to the body, hair and skin of their parents. There was no special thing. Shaving their hair was not allowed. Everyone else was fine. He and Cheng Jia were born in an official family. Although he was straightforward, some fundamental things were not so easy to change, but, But he didn't hesitate to even say that he didn't tell her, so he shaved a long hair with Ye soul. Later, he simply bought a pusher and shaved himself every other period of time.

In fact, his hair is well maintained. Once he got up early, and for the first time, instead of courtship again, he practiced his knife in the yard. She stood behind the curtain and looked at him. At that time, he was only wearing a pair of dirty pants and bare his upper body. Because of force, his muscles bulged all over his body, and his burly body waved the heavy knife, which weighed hundreds of kilograms. The movement of clouds and flowing water brought the momentum of thunder and made the whole courtyard look like a house of annihilation.

At that time, his long hair tied at the back of his head also danced with him, with his vigorous move and his drinking, with a strong momentum.

That's the real Zhao Yinfeng. At the age of 17, General Zhao, who commanded the 400000 troops of the Zhao family army, was victorious and invincible.

"They said that there is a god Lake above Yubeng Village, which is their holy land and the place closest to heaven. Shall we worship heaven and earth there?" Zhao Yinfeng slightly raised his head, held the pink meat ball that he had chewed out in one hand, held her waist in one hand, and looked at her like a prayer.

"Good!"

Ling Qingyu's crisp and firm voice had not yet fallen, and the last sound of the voice turned into a long moan.