Domestication of dear wives: AA system for wealthy transactions

What he said was a little lacking in strength, it was to comfort his face, and it seemed to be convincing himself.

Rong Yan smiled and said: "I... I have nothing to be afraid of, it's just a dream, and I'm not really dead."

Liancheng Yazhi was a little displeased when she heard Rongyan mentioning 'death'. He said, "I'm having a nightmare! Then we should do something nice to dispel the shadow of your nightmare."

Rong Yan raised her head and asked it: "What beautiful thing?"

Liancheng Yazhi turned over and pressed him under her body, and stroked her body with her hand, "What do you think is better than this?"

With a pursed face, she arched her body, "Mr. Liancheng...can you think of anything else?"

Liancheng Yazhi thought for a while seriously, "When facing you, it seems... that I can only think about this matter."

"You..." The face is full of anger, such frequent use, I really doubt that this guy will affect his wife's married life in the future.

Although Liancheng Yazhi said that she wanted to do "beautiful" things in her mouth, she didn't really put it into action.

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Outside the window, the whole city was shivering with the howling cold wind, but the top floor of Building A of the Empire was warm, and the whispers from time to time seemed particularly warm in this bleak winter day.

This seemed to be the only night spent in dialogue between Yanyan and Liancheng Yaya, and the atmosphere was also a rare harmony.

But at the other end of the city, the opposite extreme to the luxury and wealth of Empire Building A, in the north of the city, the last part of the old city renovation, after the old houses were knocked down, there was no building built, but it was directly used as a garbage dump. use.

In the dilapidated iron house next to the garbage dump, there was a pungent stench, and the biting cold wind blew in from the poorly welded gaps, making the whole iron house as cold as a freezer.

Cardboard boxes were used to spread several layers on the ground, and there was an old quilt with cotton exposed on it. The quilt bulged into a bag. If you look carefully, you can see that the bag is shaking.

After ten o'clock in the evening, even mice will not come to this metal house.

At two o'clock in the morning, when most people in the entire imperial capital were falling asleep, there was a sudden knock on the door.

On this icy night, in this dilapidated and barren land that was deathly silent, it was particularly abrupt and jarring.

A female voice came from outside the door: "Jiang Nuanxia, ​​open the door, I know what's inside, don't pretend to be dead, I've found it all, don't you want to see me?"

Ten minutes later, the bulge on the ground moved slowly, and a person came out of it. The room was so dark that it was impossible to see what it looked like. She walked to the door with a torn quilt on, and opened the door of the metal room. .

As soon as the door was opened, the howling cold wind blew in instantly, like a sharp knife, it could blow right into a person's bones.

There was a figure standing outside, and suddenly a beam of light lit up in her hand, and she raised her hand to illuminate the two of them.

Wrapped in a torn quilt, Jiang Nuanxia looked haggard, her clothes were so dirty that she couldn't see the color, her hair was messed up like dead grass, she didn't know how long she hadn't washed, and she exuded a pungent smell.

Seeing the person opposite with her numb eyes tortured by life, she sneered: "Rong Jia? Why are you looking for me? I can't give you a penny now."

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[The warm time between Ya Shao and Sister Yan is about to come to an end for now, wow...]