Rebirth of an all-powerful wife: Husband, let's have a baby!

This dignified and solemn dress, with shining Cufflinks and slightly rolled sleeves, reveals a strong forearm, showing a strong sense of oppression from the superior.

The belt around his waist highlights that his legs are straight and slender, impeccable.

Ye Zhixing looked at him holding a black umbrella, with deep facial features and proud expression, from far to near.

It seems that every time, when she needs it, he appears.

He saved her in the rose field. She was busy going to the exam and didn't thank him well.

This time, she was homeless, and he fell from the sky like a God.

Ye Zhixing's eyes were moist and his hand was slightly lifted, "OK..."

The word "Qiao" hasn't slipped out yet.

He suddenly squatted down. The little white meat ball knew the current affairs very well. As soon as his little claw was raised, it was very familiar to get into his arms.

"Wang -" the little tail shook as if it was ready to take off at any time.

It directed at Ye Zhixing and Nuo's dark nose, "I have a master, come on..."

The black Qingjun figure did not squint, and then disappeared into the rain. It was steaming with moisture, becoming more and more hazy and dreamlike.

I saw him step on his long legs and get on the bus——

"Zhan Junyu!"

With her back to her, the handsome and unmarried face slowly opened a trace of imperceptible laughter.

He turned back and looked at her. His abyss like eyes had no trace, "what's up?"

Ye Zhixing rubbed his hands and looked at each other. He didn't know what to say.

He's done well. He made three rules. People loved each other before. Now there's no one else here, just a little milk dog.

"Well... Do you have any vacant rooms in your house? I... I'll pay you the rent! "

When she leaves home, Yang Zhi will certainly find a way to trouble her. She wants to die outside.

Living in Zhanjun's home, he is mysterious and powerful. He should be very safe.

Zhan Jun sipped the perfect lip liner and stared at her with dark eyes.

Ye Zhixing was staring with palpitation and embarrassment.

"If not, it's ok..." Ye Zhixing turned around dejected. Suddenly, his slender white and tender wrist was firmly controlled by a palm.

Ye Zhixing's chest throbbed. He was so fast!

How... A feeling of regret hovering?

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When Zhan Jun meets him at home, ye Zhixing regrets more and more

First, there is the yard. There is a man stationed every ten meters.

It took five minutes to get to the main building.

It is not the European style villa that ordinary rich people like. It belongs to the combination of Chinese style and Western style, but it won't feel nondescript.

The two characteristic takes its essence and its dross, perfectly blended together.

There are pavilions and waterside pavilions at the door, and a huge pond. Colorful Koi swim around happily.

The gate opens from both sides.

The well-trained servants were lined up in several rows, separated on both sides, standing straight as a pine.

She knew that he was by no means the "poor boy" that Grandpa kept saying, but she didn't expect his family to be so big.

There are more servants than the Ye family and the Qiao family combined!

It seems that the bride price of "99.99 million" was taken out immediately, and it was by no means just a joke.

Zhan Jun said faintly to the people, "this is my wife."

Ye Zhixing looked at him in a hurry and opened his mouth in surprise. He hadn't had time yet

"Hello, madam!"

The sound was neat and uniform, resounded through the whole hall, and brought one echo after another.

At the same time, meaningful eyes hit her uncontrollably. So many eyes are like a strong light!