A glass of wine followed by a glass of wine. Linghao closed Zhenyuan. He drank like an ordinary man. He was drunk very quickly. Soon, he was intoxicated. His cheeks were red, and Yang Linglong smiled proudly. He was filling him with wine until Linghao's bowl fell on the ground, completely drunk.

Zhou qingday's face was red. She took the wine bowl from Yang Linglong.

"Gudu."

Drink up!

Then Yang Linglong hugged Ling Hao to the bed and said, "sister qingday, that's all he has to do. He will be surprised when he wakes up tomorrow morning."

She walked slowly to the door of the room, then smiled, "take advantage of the opportunity."

"I will, sister." Said Zhou qingday gratefully.

She admired Yang Linglong's heart even more. Which woman in the world has this heart?

The door was closed.

The candles in the room were blown out.

Ling Hao felt hot and dry all over. After a long time, he felt something smooth, as if he had found a breakthrough.

Strange sounds came from time to time in the room.

The next morning, Ling Hao rubbed his aching head and sat up slowly.

"Linglong, I won't drink it next time. I can't close Zhenyuan if I want to drink it. It's too hard."

He dressed himself and said to himself.

I haven't heard for a long time.

He looked round.

“……”

???

"You..."

"Listen to me, brother Ling."

Zhou qingday a face shy, white as snow, pretty face is all red.

Linghao feels her head is fried. How can I explain it to Yang Linglong? I haven't seen each other for ten years, and then I slept with other women the first night

Mistakes?

Can I believe it?

Drunk to do this kind of thing, can not do this reason is not qualified, then what is the difference with animals?

"Put on your clothes!"

Ling Hao said coldly, "what happened yesterday?"

"That is..."

"What did we do?"

Zhou qingday smiled charming and squinted at him.

"Of course it is."

"Which one?" Ling Hao's heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

"That's it." Zhou qingday said shyly.

After all, it's her first time, and it's hard to say.

What's more, for the sake of so-called love, it's no choice.

If it is publicized, how to be a man in the future?

She also needs face in sunny days!

Just then, the door was opened.

A purple dress, a beautiful appearance, this appearance makes people feel unreal.

Yang Linglong looks surprised. She points to them.

"You..."

"Whoops."

She covered her mouth and tears fell like raindrops. This sad expression made people think that she was facing a heartbreaker.

I believe that anyone who sees her like this will feel deeply in love with her, but at last she will be defeated by others.

"Exquisite, it's not what you think."

Ling Hao, who has always been serious about his feelings, is one and two at once. Even though he once was Emperor Tai Hao, he seldom experienced such childlike love.

He always thought that it was always the best thing for them to work together and never thought of wives and concubines in groups.

"I don't want to hear the explanation. Since it's done, I really don't want to say anything."

Yang Linglong made a sad expression of death, endless desolation came to her face.

Originally, she was a gorgeous beauty. At the moment, Linghao really hurt her. Linghao's heart hurt fiercely.

If there is an industry of actors in the world, Yang Linglong can be called a movie queen.

At the moment, her heart is sour and happy. From now on, her position in Ling Hao's heart is very big. He doesn't want to make himself hurt, or even blame himself!

Sour and astringent is that his strength is amazing, and he will definitely become a hegemon in the future. Even if he wants to dye flowers and make grass, those beauties may not agree

It's better to ask her to help him out in advance to avoid his later entanglement.

This is Yang Linglong's cleverness.

Linghao suddenly got out of bed, hugged her and whispered: "I like you. I don't know what happened. I will do this. I thought it was you yesterday."

Yang Linglong's eyes are red. He is such a fool that he doesn't know anything about feelings.

It seems that this suit is true