The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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Tomorrow is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the teacher has to go to school to report first, and it's time for class the day after tomorrow.

Originally, school started after the [-]th day of the first lunar month, but the second year of high school was facing the exam and had to attend classes in advance.

The year is almost over, and Ling Mufeng has no intention of going to work.

He went to the workshop a year ago, but because of Xu Qingqing's incident, he dare not go now. [

Anyway, he has money, even if he doesn't work all his life, he won't starve to death.

As the saying goes, "Feeling warm and thinking of lust", he has money and leisure, eats well and wears warm clothes.

I didn't use all my energy, so I had to work hard on some aspects.

Thinking about it this way, Ye Zhiqiu was quite glad that he was hurt by him.

You don't have to face hungry wolves who are alive and well every day.

Turn off the lights and rest.

Sleeping until midnight, she suddenly felt a cold on her back, and then warm again.

There seemed to be a warm and smooth weight on his body.

When I turned on the light, I almost didn't scare her to death.

This fellow Ling Mufeng slipped over without knowing when.

Hug yourself, like a pillow, and sleep soundly!

"Hey, Ling Mufeng, get up!"

Ye Zhiqiu was so angry that he quickly pushed him away, turned over and wanted to get down.

Ling Mufeng's eyes were blurred from sleep, his brows frowned, and he muttered something dissatisfied.

Rolled up the quilt, turned over, and fell asleep again.

Ye Zhiqiu was about to die of anger, and threw off his quilt.

His upper body was exposed to the air, revealing his well-defined lower abdomen.

She scolded fiercely: "Ling Mufeng, get up! Get up, do you hear me!"

Feeling cold, Ling Mufeng finally rubbed his eyes. [

I saw clearly that Ye Zhiqiu, who was wearing pajamas and brows bristling with anger, was beside the bed, but there was only a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's morning?"

Ye Zhiqiu glared at him: "You're so big in the morning! Tell me, how did you slip into my place?"

"Of course I opened the door with a key, and came in openly."

Ling Mufeng rubbed her hair, and suddenly grabbed the quilt again.

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