The more you think about the monsoon smoke, the more wrong it is. When can Liuhuo say that? Why doesn't she have any image?

Suddenly, the monsoon smoke narrowed her eyes, and the indignation on her face disappeared without trace. A sly smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth. She walked slowly to the front of Liuhuo. The white and tender hands brushed the smooth chest of Liuhuo casually, and the fingertips gently stirred if there was any.

"Little Liuhuo, did anyone tell you that you are really not suitable to be calm?"

The flow of fire was a little stupefied. The place where she brushed her chest was like a fire burning, leaving a little bit of heat. His hands hanging on his side were secretly clenched, as if trying to suppress something, but a red halo was climbing up his neck, a pair of ears unconsciously red blood drop.

"Who taught you to say these words to distract me? The imperial symbol? Meng Fusheng? Or Brother Ling The half squinting eyes of monsoon smoke sweep past the handsome face of Liuhuo without trace.

There was no expression on Liuhuo's face, but when the word "brother Ling" was mentioned by monsoon smoke, there was an imperceptible abnormality in his eyes.

The monsoon smoke didn't miss the delicate eyes of Liuhuo. Immediately, a bad smile was raised at the corner of her mouth, and a slap directly hit Liuhuo's chest, leaving a red slap instantly.

"I said, when are you so clever? It turns out that elder brother Ling is behind to point out the mountains and rivers. Boy, you are more and more brave." The monsoon smoke chuckled, grabbed the streamer's skirt, and pushed him to the bed!

A flash of surprise flashed through the bottom of Liuhuo's eyes, which was pushed by the monsoon smoke. A handsome face with strong composure turned red directly.

Yesterday, Linghe watched the Liuhuo and his daughter-in-law being flirted with by the monsoon smoke. After wandering around the city, he came up with such a ghost idea. In Linghe's opinion, the monsoon smoke and the Liuhuo should have come naturally. However, his daughter didn't make any further moves. The Liuhuo is also a shy character. Everything follows the monsoon smoke.

Fortunately, Linghe thought about it and was ready to dig a hole for the monsoon smoke with the help of Liuhuo.

As a result

It was discovered.

"No, brother Ling, he..." Liu Huo is afraid of the monsoon smoke and blames Ling He. He blushes to explain.

However, the monsoon smoke didn't give him an opportunity to explain, but directly bullied him and pressed him on the body of Liuhuo.

The little white face was close to the fire, and the evil eyes inch by inch swept over the red cheeks, "what? Are you in such a hurry to marry me? "

Married?

Liuhuo is slightly stunned. He always thinks that the word is a little strange, but he still hasn't figured it out in his mind. The monsoon smoke has bowed his head and blocked the slightly open thin lips of Liuhuo.

In the palace, Ling he is putting on lights with Zuo Nuo and others. Looking at his happy expression, I don't know if he is going to get married.

Zuo Nuo looked around and asked Ling He carefully.

"Boss, is it really OK for you to design a young lady like this?" The appearance of Liuhuo did bring a lot of suspicion to Tianting City, but the rumor that Ling he inadvertently spread in the crowd yesterday is the key to promote the marriage theory.

Linghe said seriously: "what's the problem? Miss and young master Liuhuo have been together for so long. What's her mind we can't see? It's kind of me. "