Yan Shao's little cute wife is super sweet

Chapter 230 I don't care if someone dies!

She pulled out Yan Zhi's clothes three times and five times, and all of a sudden, the room
I heard that love is born with thorns. You are stung because you want to hold it. The tighter you hold it, the deeper the thorn will be embedded in the flesh, and the result will be more painful.

But Yan Zhi understands that there is love hidden under every thorn, it depends on whether you dare to pull out the thorn and find the love under the thorn.

He dares, he is not afraid of thorns, he is afraid that after cutting off all the thorns, he still cannot see the dawn of happiness.

All of a sudden, he just wanted to hug her tightly, with the posture that the two of them could be closest to the heart, to hug her tightly. He finally knew what fear was, and that was the endless darkness.

He was afraid that if he exhausted his whole life, in the end, he would still be on the road of cutting thorns, and he would never reach the end of happiness.

Why is it so difficult to love someone?
How could he love an elf who was no less than 500 years old with his body no more than a hundred years old?

"Like... Jin..."

His arms were around her waist, locking her tightly.

His voice was extremely helpless for a moment; he finally knew that God was playing tricks on him!

How to do……

Sijin, tell me, what should I do, with a life span of ≦100 years, to love you who are ≧500 years old?
Sijin, can you tell me what should I do?I have encountered a problem, an unprecedented problem!
However, that question is too difficult, I can't find a way to solve it!

How can it be so tiring to love someone?
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At the same time, at nine o'clock in the morning, in a private parking lot.

A car sped out, Xingan was stepping on seven centimeter high heels, and rushed towards the front of the car regardless.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid braking sound, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making an unusually harsh sound.

In the next second, a man with a gloomy face slammed down the car door with a murderous expression on his face.

"Strict heart! You don't want to die!"

"I just don't want my life! Someone won't care if I die!" Xingan grabbed her small bag, her face was pale, but her voice yelled indifferently.

Lei Haotian leaned on the car door, subconsciously touched his trouser pockets, but didn't find any cigarettes, so he folded his hands on his chest, squinted his eyes at her, and sneered at Shucheng: "You have so many flower protectors, and there is only one person who cares about you." ,what is the relationship?
"Lei Hao!" Xingan slammed the small bag in his hand on him!
"Go crazy and go crazy, I'm very busy, unlike you, I have nothing to do all day long."

Hearing his words, Xingan suddenly had a sore nose and tears fell down.

"I know you are busy. You are busy with your fiancée. Okay." She wiped away her tears, stubbornly picked up her small bag from the ground, and waved at him: "Go and be busy, I won't bother you anymore." You, I wish you two are brothers and sisters in the premarital examination report! I wish you no orgasm on your wedding night! I wish..."

She turned around and strode away, cursing as she walked, getting farther and farther away from the man behind her.

Lei Haotian has been leaning on the car, with no expression on his face, calmly listening to a certain little woman's vicious words, his eyes are fixed on her back.

(End of this chapter)