Sweetheart,Come Back!

Anyin sleeps in a daze, squints and looks at upper Rongxun. Rongxun's beautiful face is above her, very close. An admonition wakes up in a moment.

But she knew that Rong Xun's conduct was upright, although he was ruffian.

Anyin glanced around her. It was her room at her grandfather's house, so she stayed still.

Rongxun put her on the bed, regardless of whether she was awake or confused. He took off her shoes and walked away.

Anyin took his hand and Rongxun looked back at an Yin, who was lying lazily on the bed. "I don't think I'm sleepy. Have you recognized people wrong?"

Anyin didn't understand when Rongxun was saying this, but she still had some fragments in her mind. She didn't think about what Rongxun meant by this, "cousin, when will you find me a sister-in-law?"

Rongxun took out his hand and said with a cold face, "let other girls marry me to be a widow?"

An Yin: "it's just

Most of the goods are out of control.

Rong Xun: "wake up and take a bath. It stinks."

Anyin took the clothes and smelled, "my sweat is fragrant."

Rong Xun said:

An Yin: "I really don't believe you smell it."

Rongxun turned around and left.

He really wanted to strangle the girl to death, so that she would not be a demon in front of him all day.

He slammed on the door, looked back at the door he had closed and pursed his thin lips.

Sister in law?

That's not going to happen in my life.

Lonely time, go to the brothers to have a few drinks, if not, just look at her world.

That's enough --

the mobile phone rings. It's Qin Jian.

Rongxun took the phone and walked away from the door.

"Where is it?" Qin Jian came to the point.

"Home."

"What about anyin?"

"Back, too."

"Back?"

"Well."

"How is she?" Qin Jian thought for a moment and knew how he missed it.

"Third young master, you call me, shouldn't you ask me how I am?"

"You don't lack your arms and legs, and you speak very well. What can I ask you?"

"Anyin doesn't lack arms and legs, and she's quick to speak." Rongxun said, directly hang up the phone, low scold voice, heartless stinky boy.

Qin Jian looked at the hung up phone, dropped his mobile phone, started the car, and drove to the military compound.

When he arrived at the compound of the military area command, he found Rongxun leaning against the gate of the courtyard smoking, his hair was wet, and apparently he had just washed his head.

Qin Jian stops the car.

Rong Xun looked up at Qin Jian and said, "is it coming?" He hung up the phone and knew Qin Jian would come.

Qin Jian took a look at Rongxun. He did not drive the car into the yard. He opened the door and got off the car. He went straight in.

Rong Xun also did not stop, facing Qin Jian's back: "if you dare to bear her, I will kill you."

Qin Jian stopped and looked back at Rongxun. "What do you forget about me?"

Rong Xun threw the cigarette end in his head. "I didn't forget what you were, and I didn't forget the ghosts and monsters in your family."

A werewolf is a double person all his life, but now the Qin family is no longer a pure werewolf's world.

Those who do not know how many generations of werewolf hybrids, but a group of mobs, long lost the blood of werewolves.

Qin Jian said: "they are them, I am me."

Rong Xun nodded, "I have written this down."

Qin Jian took two steps and stopped, "I heard that you have suffered a lot of injuries in the past three years."

Rong Xun bowed his head and laughed. The boy was still so nosy and inquired about everything. "It's better not to die anyway."