My magic stick is going to heaven!

When Wen Changlang came out of the kitchen, what he saw was the following picture:

The girl lowered her head shyly, and she could vaguely see the cautiousness of the girl Huaichun from the side face, and then look at the good-looking man with a gentle smile on his face, looking at the girl in front of him dotingly, what a chilling scene!

Wen Changlang pulled Shang Yanzhou behind him with his face pulled, and then said in a very bad tone, "Are you here to see me?"

"what?"

Seeing Wen Changlang, Rourou seemed to have just remembered her purpose of coming here, and couldn't help but blush again.

She handed the dustpan in her hand to Wen Changlang, and explained:

"Brother Lang, Mother told me to bring these things to you, and also said that if you need help, just tell me."

Wen Changlang looked better after looking at the contents in the dustpan.

It turned out to be sending tablets that needed requiem.

Wen Changlang asked her to take it to the ancestral hall by herself, put it away according to her seniority, and then sent her out without saying a word.

After the person left, Wen Changlang glared at the guy who was still smiling, and grinned:

"Who are you trying to seduce with such a ostentatious smile?"

Shang Yanzhou raised his eyebrows: "There is no one else in this yard."

Wen Changlang immediately laughed and jumped onto Shang Yanzhou's body, not afraid that the oil on his body would get on him. He clung to Shang Yanzhou's ear and said with a sigh:

"Master Governor, there are countless pairs of ancestors' eyes watching in this yin and yang shop, especially after nightfall. Do you think that if we do that kind of thing here, will they be so angry that they will go to heaven again?"

Shang Yanzhou smiled and said, "Try? But I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

Shang Yanzhou is probably the only one who can speak such obscene nonsense in such a serious manner.

Wen Changlang read a sentence silently in his heart.

The two had a quarrel, and then huddled together on a small wooden table to eat noodles. While eating the noodles, Wen Changlang stretched out his pink tongue, rolling Slim into his mouth one by one, making a chirp sound.

Shang Yanzhou just looked at him indifferently, then lowered his head to eat his own noodles, without speaking the whole time.

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and this ancient city is not like the bustling city of Shenzhen. Often after nightfall, the place will fall into a quiet place, with hundreds of houses dimly lit, forming a peaceful corner of its own.

Wen Changlang packed hot water in a wooden barrel, took it to the bathroom, poured it into a large bathtub, and went back and forth a few times, the water was full, took his clothes, Wen Changlang was ready to go in and take a hot bath.

Unexpectedly, he was surrounded behind the wooden door by a hand with strong tendons.

The hot air between Shang Yanzhou's breaths sprayed on the neck of Wen Langlang. In the small space, the hot air rose, brewing intoxicating emotions.

Wen Changlang was a little dizzy, feeling the delicate kisses falling on her body, it was very gentle at first, but in the end, it was out of control.

The clothes were scattered all over the floor, squeezed into the big wooden barrel, the body was steamed pink by hot water, every inch of it was left with traces with a faint bamboo fragrance, and these traces continued to that inexplicable place.

Wen Changlang has always been used to doing whatever he wants, and now he will be happy and comfortable, so he moaned and groaned~Silver swirled and circled in this narrow space, and finally fell into Shang Yanzhou's ears, like stars in the sky. The fire completely ignited the prairie fire in Shang Yanzhou.

When Shang Yanzhou's warm palm caressed the thing in front of him, Wen Changlang arched his body in excitement, and bit down a row of teeth marks on Shang Yanzhou's shoulder.

Shang Yanzhou's magnetic low-pitched laughter rang in Wen Changlang's ears:

"Are you excited? Later, you will suffer."