The Supreme Emperor's Toy Girl

"Yan'er, I didn't cheat you, and I won't cheat you. It's true. Do you believe me, OK?"

Suddenly turning to the past, Lu Zisheng picked up Xia Yan and rubbed her ears.

If he knew that he would meet her one day, he would keep the most primitive self for her.

But what happened has happened, and he has no way to go back and erase the facts. What he has to do now is that in the future, it all belongs to her,

"believe you?"

Tilted his head, Xia Yan blindfolded, looking at the beautiful face in front of him, vaguely, abnormally lovely.

"Well, believe me, I swear to you, I'll never touch another woman."

"Never?"

It's not so much a question as Xia Yan's repeating Lu Zisheng's words to herself.

"Well, never."

The palm caresses Xia Yan's cheek, but Lu Zisheng promises in a low voice.

"Yan'er, I only want you. Trust me, OK?"

He had already realized that he had been planted. Since his heart had been occupied, he didn't mind planting it thoroughly.

"Then you'll be just me? Here, and here? "

Xia Yan gently pokes Lu Zisheng's heart, and then slips to little Lu Zisheng.

"Yan'er, you..."

Inhale backward, looking at the pretty face in front of him, Lu Zisheng felt that he was about to explode!

I don't know whether Xia Yan is really unconscious?

If so, how could she have done such a bold thing with her shyness?

Even a generous face? If not, how could she so clearly want to occupy his whole person and Heart?

"Why don't you talk? You lied to me, didn't you? It's not just mine, is it? "

He pinches it hard, and Xia Yan stares at Lu Zisheng, shouting angrily.

"No

Lu Zisheng was almost upset by Xia Yan.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zisheng drags Xia Yan's restless paw.

"Baby, what I'm saying is true. Whether it's here or here in the future, it belongs to you alone. It only belongs to you, OK?"

"Well, let's pull the hook."

The tears are not all dry on Qiao's cheek, showing a sweet smile, stretched out a little finger, Xia Yan playfully winked at Lu Zisheng.

Pull hook?

This kind of childish thing, let alone now, Lu Zisheng has never done since she was born, but Xia Yan insists on grinding her teeth, and Lu Zisheng reluctantly reaches out to cooperate with her.

It seems that he is really destined to be tortured by this little woman!

She ate it to death!

He didn't even have any moves, but he felt so happy and satisfied

"Lu Zisheng..."

The drunken Xia Yan can be regarded as an eye opener for Lu Zisheng. A second ago, it was cloudy and rainy. This second has turned into a sunny day. Just now, her face with tears is as bright as the bright sunshine in the day. It's really brilliant.

"Kiss me!"

Xia Yan happily gnaws on Lu Zisheng's face, just like a simple and honest little pig.

"Xia Yan! You're killing people

Tightly clasping Xia Yan, Lu Zisheng growled with gnashing teeth.

"Sheng, you are so handsome."

Apricot eyes blurred, Xia Yan completely ignored Lu Zisheng's low roar, silly smile, "really handsome, really handsome, I like..."

I like

This is the first time for Xia Yan to say something like this to herself, which immediately makes Lu Zisheng's whole heart ripple. His heart and soul don't know which unknown distant country he has gone to!

The original feeling that people like to hear such words is

I can't help it. Kiss her.

In the end, his only remaining will stopped him, otherwise he was afraid to be in the car

He ran out of money and managed to drive home.

Then and Xia Yan all kinds of nonsense!!

Three days later.

The private detective Mo Bei sent out to investigate Xia Yan came back with a large envelope containing Xia Yan's wealth files. Almost all the information about her since she grew up is presented in detail in front of Mo Bei.

Leaning on the sofa, Mo Bei opened the information at will, but when he opened the first page, he sat up straight and stared at the information for a long time.

Stiff body, Mobei shaking hands, hesitated for a long time, finally will be the data "pa" to close all of a sudden.It's enough to see here. She doesn't have to look down any more.

Close your eyes, Mobei will cover up all the complex mood. However, some memories that were born in her body like moths were completely unfrozen, nibbling her years of calm inch by inch.

Mobei has always believed that memory, in fact, is like rotten leaves, those fresh and green in the past, has long been buried in the past with its fall in autumn, leaving no trace.

However, it was only just now that she found out that this was not the case. It turned out that the rotting smell of leaves at the end of the time scale could be swept back.

One scene after another, Mo Bei shut himself up in his study for a whole day.

The next day, Mo Bei, who had rearranged his thoughts and mood, once again held his head high as a peacock.

Squinting his smart eyes, Mo Bei gets through to Lu Zisheng.

"Xiao Sheng, are you at home now?"

"What's the matter?"

"You child, my mother just missed you and wanted to have dinner with you. What's more, you haven't eaten the food your mother made for you for a long time, have you?"

After a moment's silence, Lu Zisheng said in a low voice, "come here. I'll wait for you at home." After hanging up the phone, Lu Zisheng turns around and returns to his room. In fact, he had just planned to go out to pick up Xia Yan, and almost walked to the door, but his mother rarely made such a request, so he didn't want to refuse, so he had to call Xia Yan to tell her that he had gone home, and he would come back to her in the evening.

In fact, Lu Zisheng is very happy to have dinner with his mother or with her hand-made food. Although his relationship with his mother has always been very weak, no matter what, the family affection is there. Blood is thicker than water, isn't it?

However, as soon as Mobei came in, Lu Zisheng decided not to welcome her, because Mobei was followed by a disgusting woman, Xu Qinglan.

"Come on, Lanlan, come in. Don't be polite. Just take this place as your home." Leaning against the door, Lu Zisheng calmly opened his face and coldly watched his mother invite Xu Qinglan into the door.