Returning to Songzhuyuan, I entered the house and briefly confessed to Fan Dasheng, and went straight to Fan Jiaojiao’s bedroom. Fan Dasheng wanted to know more about Zhang Yuan’s situation in the past few days, but when Zhang Yuan was so anxious, Fan Jiaojiao returned. Zhang Yuan looked anxious. After a few words, Zhang Yuan was spared. After all, the relationship between Zhang Yuan and his daughter is the most important thing, and it will not be too late to ask in the future.
Since Zhang Yuan had already greeted Fan Jiaojiao before he came back, Fan Jiaojiao was sitting on the bed waiting for Zhang Yuan. As soon as he entered the door, he found two dark circles in Fan Jiaojiao's eyes, like panda eyes.
Without waiting for Zhang Yuan to say anything, Fan Jiaojiao rushed forward, her eyes red, and the worries that had been going on for many days finally disappeared, and her tight heart also relaxed. Tears flowed out as soon as she didn't listen, and Zhang Yuan had no choice but to come out. She comforted her, "Jiaojiaojiao, isn't my husband coming back safely? Don't cry anymore, you won't be pretty if you cry again."
Not only did Zhang Yuan's comfort fail, but Fan Jiaojiao cried even harder, and tears quickly wetted Zhang Yuan's clothes. In fact, Zhang Yuan knew that Fan Jiaojiao was so afraid of losing herself, so he stopped making a sound, just patted Fan Jiaojiao's back lightly with his hands.
This kind of comfort is useless, only after Fan Jiaojiao has cried enough by herself. Zhang Yuan hugged Fan Jiaojiao and waited for her to vent her emotions. He didn't think that Fan Jiaojiao was crying and fell asleep. At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt tired, and even slept with Fan Jiaojiao unknowingly. Now, it seems that the embrace of a lover is always the best home.
The stone was opened by Zhang Yuan, and what was inside was indeed a Fajue of moving mountains and seas. Brother Long was moved to a mountain like a fly by Zhang Yuan and was crushed to death. People from the killing team came to the door again, and Zhang Yuan moved a statue of a mountain again. The people in the killing team were also crushed to death by stepping on cockroaches, and then women all over the world loved Zhang Yuan. Every day all the women struggled to accompany Zhang Yuan to sleep, and Zhang Yuan lingered in the flowers of the world. .
The idea is beautiful, and the reality is cruel. Just when Zhang Yuan's halazi was all over the floor, he was awakened by a huge pain in the waist while he was choosing who today.
He was greeted by Fan Jiaojiao's red eyes and the flesh between her waist being rotated by 10 degrees, "Oh, it hurts. I was wrong Jiaojiao." Zhang Yuan was also secretly depressed, when it was not good to fall asleep. , Must fall asleep at this time.
Fan Jiaojiao had already finished crying, as if his emotions were about to vent, her eyes were red and glaring at Zhang Yuan. Although the two of them were still holding them, Fan Jiaojiao's hands were spinning around Zhang Yuan's belt.
"What did you do just now?" Fan Jiaojiao looked really angry, and her hands became more flexible.
Zhang Yuan grinned, "Zhou... Zhougong called me." Zhang Yuan still wanted to be cunning.
"It's Duke Zhou's daughter who called you. You see that your saliva is more tearful than I shed." Fan Jiaojiao gave Zhang Yuan angrily, and put her hand on Zhang Yuan's waist to apply force again.
"Yes...Yes, Zhou Gong's daughter called me, but I ignored her. Didn't you come back quickly." Zhang Yuan stretched out his head and kissed Fan Jiaojiao, trying to get rid of the fate of being raped.
Fan Jiaojiao was stroking the flesh of Zhang Yuan's waist and was kissed by Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan pressed Fan Jiaojiao and fell to the bed. Fan Jiaojiao only punished Zhang Yuan slightly as he worried about so many days of interest.
After being pressed into the bed by Zhang Yuan, Fan Jiaojiao's hand on Zhang Yuan’s waist embraced Zhang Yuan and kissed Zhang Yuan back fiercely. It was already over ten o’clock when Zhang Yuan came, and most of the people were already asleep. Fan Jiaojiao didn't sleep because she was waiting for Zhang Yuan, but she had already changed into her nightgown.
The lavender nightgowns are as light as gauze like wings, and are a bit translucent. The white trousers and the light yellow cover under the nightgowns are looming, making Zhang Yuan eager for a while, and Fan Jiaojiao's pair of peaks is even more impressive. Unreservedly squeezed Zhang Yuan's chest, causing Zhang Yuan's brother to stand up unconsciously.
Anyhow, Zhang Yuan didn't forget the purpose of coming here, and got up in Fan Jiaojiao with difficulty, calming down the already slightly rapid breathing.
"Jiaojiao, I have found a way to open the stone." She wiped the tears from Fan Jiaojiao's face with her hands. Although Fan Jiaojiao's eyes were still red, Zhang Yuan couldn't wipe it off.
"Then you just open it." After speaking, Zhang Yuan glared at Zhang Yuan, then went to look for the stone.
"Hey, I haven't finished yet, what are you doing in such a hurry." It seems that it was not the right time for me to fall asleep. Fan Jiaojiao's slightly resentful eyes made Zhang Yuan a little embarrassed.
"Is there anything else? Hurry up. After talking about people going to bed, haven't you seen these two dark circles? I don't want people to be raised as giant pandas. They will see people tomorrow." The resentment inside deepened a bit, as if to say again: "I don’t see my panda eyes. It’s because you are worried that it grows out. It’s okay if you come back and don’t comfort me. I’m still sleeping when I cry. Now, what is your heart?"
Who is Zhang Yuan? Although the time he has been in contact with women is not too long, but fortunately there are a lot of them, Fan Jiaojiao's thoughts have also guessed ten of them. Obviously, he is complaining about what she just fell asleep. See Fan Jiao. Because Jiao was worried that she had Fu Panda eyes, she burned with Zhang Jiaojiao's love vine in her heart.
Reached out and hugged Fan Jiaojiao into her arms, buried her head between Fan Jiaojiao's jade shins, and took a deep breath, "I know you are worried about me. This kind of thing won't happen again in the future, trust me, okay? "Zhang Yuan comforted softly, and both hands gently stroked Fan Jiaojiao's jade body.
"Cut, the ghost is worried about you." Although the mouth said so, Fan Jiaojiao hugged Zhang Yuan tightly.
He took another breath of the fragrance of Fan Jiaojiao's body, and glanced at the pair of round meats that had been squeezing against her chest. "Jiaojiao, my husband has something to give you. You must like it."
Fan Jiaojiao thought that the "good thing" Zhang Yuan was talking about was the little brother below him, and took a sip, "You know when your mind is not serious." He twisted between Zhang Yuan's belt fiercely. "There is no news for so many days, and I thought you were dead outside. What did you do in the gambling boat, recruit it from reality, and resist it strictly."