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

Aunt Fang took a look at the news, yawned, went back to the room, put on earplugs and went to sleep.

When he got to the room, he put her on the soft big bed and breathed. She seemed to smell the strong smell of wine.

She also seemed to be drunk and blushed to death.

Heart "plop plop" straight jump, like a very active fish in the fish pond, will jump out at any time.

She regretted it. What if he messed around after drinking?

Who knows, he put her down and sat down in a chair beside him, leaning with his forehead in his hand.

The hair is not as meticulous as usual. At the moment, the messy but still clear black hair adds a kind of uninhibited beauty.

As holy as gods, with the charm of demons.

Ye Zhixing got up from the bed half kneeling. He still didn't give up looking at him.

Today, she has learned the barking of a dog. If she gets nothing, isn't she the one who will suffer in the end?

This is like buying stocks. Who is willing to cut meat at a low price?

Ye Zhixing stepped forward and looked at him closely.

In fact, it's not good for men to be too thin. They should have wide shoulders and muscles.

The man in front of us is definitely a natural hanger, with a perfect proportion.

Ye Zhixing gently took out his mobile phone and was about to take a picture. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at each other.

Ye Zhixing held his hand rigidly and smiled with guilty conscience.

No, why don't you open your eyes at this time?

He stood up, very oppressive, and the male hor was covered with Ye Zhixing.

The eyes are cloudy and sunny, and the smile on the lips carries a cold breath.

Ye Zhixing raised her eyebrows. Is this sober?

She just figured out how to explain.

Suddenly, Zhan Jun picked up her body and stuffed it directly into the quilt.

When ye Zhixing reacts, she has slept in the same bed with Zhan Jun, and her body is tightly held by his heavy arm.

And

Ye Zhixing was numb for a while, trying to lift his hand.

After a while, she was exhausted and gave up completely.

He breathed evenly in his ears, but how could she sleep?

She tickled him and he stood still.

Ye Zhixing looked at the ceiling in despair, and suddenly an idea crossed his mind

Scratch him! Scratch him!

If you can't wake up, at least you can turn over.