Hot wife lives in the field

Yuan Mingzhu in the heart a Deng, secretly hate oneself to say to leak mouth.

Xia Yongchun approached yuanmingzhu: "why did I forget? If you don't know, how can you send me back to another hospital? You are such a cunning woman that you don't have a word of truth. Since you already know your identity, how dare you treat me like that

Finally, cold drink out, standing outside the room, shaking.

Yuan Mingzhu clenched her teeth and broke the jar: "yes, I knew for a long time that if the Marquis was angry, he would pull me out and cut me down. Why talk such nonsense?"

"You --"

Xia Yongchun raised his hand to fight the woman in front of him, but when he raised it, he stopped in mid air.

The woman in front of him looked at him without fear.

A moment later, Xia Yongchun took back his hand: "I never hit a woman."

"Oh, I didn't see yuan Yilian suffer less just now."

"Do you have to challenge me?"

Yuan Mingzhu is not talking.

Xia Yongchun has a fire in his heart, but he can't sprinkle it on the woman in front of him. He turns around and sees the pot next to him. He rushes away and lifts the lid of the pot to get the steamed bread.

Results——

With a bang, the lid of the pot was immediately closed, and Xia Yongchun frowned at his hot hand.

It's burning. It's not good.

What makes him feel worse is that someone laughs happily.

Xia Yongchun turns his head and stares at Yuan Mingzhu coldly: "are you plotting against me?" Words fall, a choke yuan Mingzhu's neck, strength with too much, Yuan Mingzhu turned a white eye.

Xia Yongchun seems to be aware of something. After a few minutes of effort, Yuan Mingzhu coughs and feels better.

"I didn't plot against you. It was normal heat. I don't believe you asked those people outside?"

Xia Yongchun's eyes fell on the outside, and he saw a group of people nodding. He immediately released yuan Mingzhu's hand, but his face turned red. For a moment, he felt like a fool.

"How can we get rid of the heat?" Xia Yongchun is a bit awkward.

Yuan Mingzhu rubbed some uncomfortable neck, hot pain, needless to see, she also knew it must be red.

She went to the kitchen table, carefully lifted the lid of the pot and looked back at the people behind her.

"Why is your hand OK?" Xia Yongchun stares at Yuan Mingzhu's hand, as if this is an eternal problem.

Yuan Mingzhu grinned: "because you are wise and powerful, marquis."

Xia Yongchun naturally recognized the irony in Yuan Mingzhu's words. He glared at her, "take out the steamed bread, I want to eat it."

Yuan Mingzhu takes a look at the man who is sitting there like an old man. She puts down her anger, takes the flat son, puts the steamed bread out of the pot and puts it in front of Xia Yongchun.

Just out of the pot of hot steamed bread, emitting aroma, Xia Yongchun took a bite, and then frowned: "how did not the original taste?"

Receive his questioning eyes, Yuan Mingzhu want to vomit blood heart have.

After making such a big circle, the hell missed the taste of eating steamed bread.

It's a lot of happiness. I'm not at ease. I'm looking for guilt. If those people who have no food to eat hear this, they will probably drown the people in front of me by spitting.

Yuan Mingzhu endured the anger in her heart and said with a good temper, "Mr. Hou, if you want to eat the taste of steamed bread, you don't need to do so much. Anyone can make the taste you want, as long as you are hungry for two or three meals and don't eat."

Yuan Mingzhu said hello to all the eighteen generations of his ancestors in his heart