The woman is not very virtuous, and the handsome man touches her hard

The plot continues to advance at a speed of 3 again.

After Wu Dalang's death, Jin Lian and Ximen Cheng had an affair and committed adultery in broad daylight.

The window facing the street was propped open by a stick, and passers-by couldn't help but look up and take a few glances.

The woman was simply too beautiful.

An arm held the woman from behind, burying his head in her neck, taking a deep breath, and his soft lips pecked her skin a few times.

"After Wu Da dies, you will be mine alone, right?"

The man had a strong jawline and a prominent Adam's apple, and as he pecked her gently, he whispered something in her ear.

Su Qianou hit him sweetly and moved to another window to hang out the quilts.

The quilt had just been put up when the woman in front of the window was pulled back by a hand.

The window sills creaked as my breath heated up.

Suddenly, the already shaky wooden support fell again, and the stick rolled into the room.

It was just that the bedding was draped over the window eaves, causing the window to not close tightly.

Su Qianou was pressed against the window eaves, and Lin Yan kissed her back, "Princess, I love this plot!"

I never thought that a wild man could get to the top.

What a magical plot this is.

The entry he touched was really good!

Su Qianou avoided his gaze and did not answer him.

The cold man was hugging the white jade in his arms at this moment, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were blurred, immersed in it.

Su Qianou didn't hum or urge.

Lin Yanhui was deeply moved, with an alluring red at the corners of her eyes.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on the cold white skin. The bamboo hairpin had fallen somewhere while shaking. Many of the black hair stuck to the skin as it swayed, making him look like a banished immortal from the moon sinking into the abyss, looking mad and hideous.

There is a strange beauty.

"Princess……"

"Ah."

"Thousands of lotus roots..."

"Ah."

"(Huh) Princess..." Lin Yanhui's eyes were blurred, calling Su Qianou's name over and over again.

Quickly pound.

He was carrying her body with hatred.

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs.

Wang Po's voice trembled and became sharp. "Wusong is back, Wusong is back!!!"

Another NPC spoke quietly.

"Someone go inform Mr. Ximen and tell him to run away quickly..."

"Wusong, the killer, can kill people with one punch! No more murders!"

Su Qianou panted and pushed away the man who was sinking in it, throwing a handful of clothes to him again.

“…Put it on.”

Lin Yanhui was completely unwilling to remove himself. Beneath his green clothing, his muscular body pressed closer to her, even attempting to seduce her: "Why? Isn't this story over yet? Is there anything else to come?"

Su Qianou stuffed him into the closet again without saying a word.

Because there will be many neighbors joining in, there will also be a clear and melodious narration.

"Wusong has a handsome appearance, a dignified figure, and a dignified appearance..."

"A pair of eyes shoot out cold stars, two curved eyebrows are as black as painted... like a lion shaking the sky descending from the clouds, like a Pixiu shaking the earth on the throne, like a demon-slaying lord in the sky, and even more like the Tai Sui God on earth!"

"After hearing about my eldest brother's death, Wu Song felt something was wrong and wanted to come back to take a look..."

Many supporting characters poured into the courtyard.

Start performing their lines.

"This is Wusong, so beautiful!"

"I heard he's well-versed in literature and has practiced martial arts. Sure enough, he has a really strong physique..."

When hearing this line, Su Qianou glanced at "Wusong".

Tsk.

I always feel that Ji Cangbo is more suitable for this role.

A smiling fox like Jian Yulou stood here, wrapped in rosy light, like a fox demon in the human world, which was somewhat inconsistent with the narration.

But there was nothing we could do. This time it happened suddenly. It was Lin Yanhui who suddenly suggested going to the Sijun Club for drinks.

"...So Wu Da is really good to this younger brother. The pancakes he bought supported his wife and also helped his younger brother become a successful person."

Others were talking at once about what passersby A, B, C, and D were saying.

Not long after, he retreated again.

When Su Qianou brought Wu Song into the house, Lin Yanhui, who was hiding in the cupboard, was almost choked to death.

How did the "short-lived" Wuhan University become Wusong in the blink of an eye?

This storyline isn't over yet?

He had thought this was a magical plot before. How could a wild man like him get to the top? How did a brother-in-law suddenly appear?

Jian Yulou was wearing a silver-gray robe with flowing cloud patterns at this moment, and his beard had long been torn off.

He deliberately walked around the cabinet where Lin Yanhui was hiding before sitting down.

He just said that the words he drew were: chivalrous, upright and brave, and upholding moral bottom line.

It's impossible to be a short-lived person.

Lin Yanhui said sullenly across the cabinet, "Why do you have two identities?!"

Jian Yulou: "The entries for Wuda and Wusong were originally tied together. I got it because I was lucky."

Lin Yanhui pushed the cabinet door, but found that a pair of eyes were looking inside from the outside through the gap and their eyes met his.

Then, Lin Yanhui heard the sound of the lock being locked.

"you……"

Jian Yulou half-knelt, raised one of his jade-white index fingers and placed it in front of his mouth, making a "hush" sound.

The beautiful lip line is stretched out, the arc is upward, and the voice is also gentle.

"Next, it's the Wusong plot, you can't make a sound."

Lin Yanhui was about to refute.

Jian Yulou's eyes sparkled with light, and he spoke calmly, "You can break open the cabinet and get out now, but if you make the princess unhappy and get out of the circle, there will be no chance to come back."

The next moment, the man who was pushing the cabinet door slowly curled up his fingers.

……

The light is dim.

It seemed as if the environment had turned into night, and I didn't know how it was done.

Snow was falling in the beautiful courtyard.

Hot wine was bubbling on the stove, accompanied by a few newly served side dishes.

Su Qianou seemed to have changed her makeup deliberately. Unlike her previous rough clothes, she was wearing a goose yellow long dress with a loose collar and a front. The girl looked like a soul sitting on jade bones, revealing her fair skin and intoxicating ravines.

Wu Song gave the silk he bought to Jin Lan.

"This is for my sister-in-law..."

Su Qianou took the silk and thanked him softly, then heard Wu Song sit down on the stool, pick up the wine glass and take a big sip.

"I originally brought some things for my brother, but I didn't expect that I would never be able to use them again..."

Su Qianou was accompanying him. While the wine was being cooked, he also filled his own glass and drank several cups.

When he poured wine for Wu Song again, he suddenly cried out and fell into Wu Song's arms, "Uncle, I seem to be drunk, can you carry me back to the room?"

'Wusong' is filled with familiar fragrance.

He suppressed his urge to act, and recited his lines respectfully, "Sister-in-law, Xiu is so shameless. At the slightest sign of trouble, Wu Er recognizes her as sister-in-law, but Quan doesn't recognize her as sister-in-law..."

After Jian Yulou memorized this line, he finally understood the meaning of the phrase "upholding the moral bottom line."

This is asking him to be like Liuxia Hui.

damn it!

Seeing that he was in a daze, Su Qianou called out coquettishly, then crouched down and snuggled into his arms. When she looked up again, she had already kissed him.

Jian Yulou's phoenix eyes suddenly became extremely deep.

I wanted to respond, but because of that damn obsessive-compulsive disorder, I was trying so hard to maintain my persona and stick to the moral bottom line, and my body froze...

He even reached out and held the things standing at attention for a moment.

Who wrote this storybook?

He really wanted to pull that person out and beat him up!