Linghe is still proud of his intelligence and wisdom to catch up with the ducks and put them on the shelves. However, his careful thinking has long been seen through by monsoon smoke.

Liuhuo is pressed by the monsoon smoke. He can't move. He can only blush. He lets the monsoon smoke play on his own body. He eats the tofu all over his body. His clothes are very messy. At this moment, he is almost left on the ground. On the contrary, his clothes are clean and neat, without any wrinkles.

At this moment, it looks like some unscrupulous female bandit, pushing to the picture of weak and beautiful youth.

The monsoon smoke is cool. Looking at the red face of the flirted Liuhuo, she is very proud of her smile. She raised her hand and clapped the flat chest of Liuhuo and said: "boy, for the sake of your hurry to marry me, I will marry you."

Liu Huo looks at the monsoon smoke in tears and laughs. Although he is "married", such a result makes his heart spread a joy almost like an explosion. He can't help but sit up suddenly. This sudden action almost lifts the monsoon smoke sitting on him. Fortunately, his eyes are quick and his hands are strong and immediately surrounded by the monsoon smoke On his waist, he held the monsoon smoke in his arms.

The strong arm is motionless to ring up the monsoon smoke, and the two people closely fit together without any gap. The monsoon smoke seems to be able to clearly feel the heat from the flowing fire.

The monsoon smoke subconsciously wants to beat the bad boy away, but lowers his head, but sees him squinting his eyes, slightly looking up at his picture. At the bottom of his eyes, she clearly sees the reflection of her own, deeply imprinted in his eyes, that pair of affectionate eyes, as if with some kind of magic, makes people unable to extricate themselves.

The hand that monsoon smoke lifts, can only helplessly fall on the shoulder of streamer finally.

"Son of a bitch, do you know when you pick up your shit?"

Liuhuo's arm tightened a little, raised his head slightly, and suddenly kissed the lips of the monsoon smoke. The kiss came quickly and went faster, but it was full of Liuhuo's happiness at the moment.

The earlobes of monsoon smoke were red suspiciously, and the eyes turned slightly, and a bad mood flashed from the bottom of her eyes.

Marriage? No problem, but she hasn't finished the account.

The mouth corner of monsoon smoke draws up a bad smile, raises the chin of flowing fire to pick eyebrow slightly and says: "do you think clearly? No regrets? "

Liuhuo nodded firmly.

The monsoon smoke is satisfied. It's very cooperative with Liuhuo. In my heart, I've begun to figure out how to pick up Liuhuo's identity on the wedding day!

Hesitation monsoon smoke is focusing on flirting with the flow of fire, the rumors of big marriage in Tianting city are getting more and more intense. Monsoon smoke has neither appeared to explain, but also has an attitude of letting it develop. However, in one day, Tianting city is completely affected by the festive atmosphere.

Ling He, as the commander in chief, is especially diligent.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ling he was almost ready to look at the decoration in the city. He was a little bit worried about his liver. He knocked on the door of the monsoon smoke room first, waited for a long time, but didn't respond. Then he ran to the fire room door. Just when he raised his hand to knock on the door, the door was suddenly opened.