After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Yan Ge dangled Xue Qing's neck and watched the bun on his head tremble every step, and then suddenly smiled and frowned.

The little grin looks like a little fox.

Hearing his lips, he immediately pouted, "It's vinegar."

Xue Qing: "Yangyang will be jealous."

"If vinegar makes A Qing happy, I'll be happy."

This kind of mindless love words, if you really come and talk with me, you can't finish a day or a night.

Yan Ge grabbed a strand of his hair around his fingertips and stopped the words: "A Qing, where are you taking me?"

"A bauhinia tree in the backyard is blooming. Take you to see."

Yange heard the words, and hesitated for a moment: "My mother loved the bauhinia tree most. Later, when her father died, she cut down all the bauhinia trees in the yard."

Xue Qing stepped forward.

There are few Bauhinia trees in Beijing. Xue Qing originally wanted to show a strange song to Yan Ge, but she didn't expect it to be self-defeating.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

He turned and walked towards the room holding Yange.

Yange hurriedly pulled his hair: "Go and see, why did you turn around again, I haven't seen the bauhinia tree for years."

Under the bauhinia tree, there are couches and various pastry fruits.

Several of the pastries were bought by Xuege for Yan Qing.

When Xue Qing was sitting there and eating a snack, Yan Ge lay on Xue Qing's legs and looked at the bauhinia tree above his head.

"Is it delicious?" Yan Ge asked Xue Qing curiously: "I have tasted some of these. I think they taste good and bring them back. I don't know if you like it or not. I don't know what flavor you like."

The words "Bring Back" of Yan Ge pleased Xue Qing, and his eyebrows stretched, even though the sweetness in his mouth made him vomit, but his expression was very pleasant: "It's delicious."

Yange reached out, grabbed his hair and played with it: "I found that your hair is particularly hard and the black hair is very dense. There should be many people boasting about your hair."

Although she didn't have much strength, from time to time, she still held his hair.

He took a sip of tea and broke the taste in his mouth, before bowing his head.

The sun dappled across her leaves and fell on her face.

Her fair face was dark and dark, and her gorgeous facial features added a little bit of magic.

The red clothes were spread out to reflect the bauhinia, and she looked more like a flower demon.

He leaned over and took her into his arms: "No one praises me."

Yan Song did not respond.

His lips kissed her gorgeous lips.

Yan Ge tilted his head slightly, squinting his eyes, tangling his hair with his fingertips.

"My father and my mother, two people agree with each other. At that time, it was still a story in the capital. I thought about it when I was young. When I grow up, I want to marry a man like my father."

"When Ajiu came to my house, he always played with me. At that time, I regarded him as my little follower."

"Later, Jiu Jiu asked me how I could marry me. I told him that he had to fight like my father and be a general in order to marry me."

"Ajiu went to Bianguan, and later, my father died, my mother died, and I became an orphan."

"A Qing, I always thought that I was also a little princess, but I only knew when I became an orphan girl. I am not a princess, but a plaything for others."

"I insist on being Emperor Jiu because I think he can protect me."

"A Qing, you can't protect me, your honoraries can't protect me, and I can't protect myself."

"In that position, with the exception of Ajiu, I was not at ease."

"A Qing, you and me, let's stop there."