Hearing sound.

Fu Jingheng looked at the old dark brown door panel for a long time and couldn't move. His heart was beating very fast. He was twenty-eight years old and had experienced two marriages. He welcomed women into the palace more than ten times. He was not a man who was ignorant of the world, but a man who was almost thirty, but he was like a young young man who was fourteen or fifteen years old. He still longed for an ordinary etiquette with Wen Jin from meeting his parents to the wedding.

The dreamy voice was right outside the door.

But he couldn't believe it was true.

There have been too many similar dreams in the past six months, and Jin'er has once again entered his life, but whenever he wakes up in the dream and finds that it is not real, he will fall into a deep depression.

"Big King..." Wen Jin waited for a while, and before Fu Jingheng could open the door, she called again, but no one answered the door, so she called five or six more times, "Big King."

He annoyed the customer who stayed in the next hotel and shouted loudly: "It's midnight, but I'll let you sleep! It's only a few updates! It's only a half-time update! Don't shout! The big king and the little king are not big, and the nickname is not small!"

Wen Jin hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, go to bed."

Then he whispered into the crack of the door: "Are the king deaf?"

Fu Jingheng's mouth was bent. She had the courage to lift his dragon scales. This was not a dream, she was at his mercy in the dream.

The shop next door knocked on the wall, and Wen Jin was so annoyed that a girl came knocking on the man's door with a big belly. If she couldn't open it, she kept knocking on someone to take responsibility, which seriously affected her sleep.

Wen Jin was shocked by the sound of smashing the wall and was embarrassed to shout. She didn't know what it meant to not open the door inside. She thought she could not continue knocking on the door, so she just planned to go downstairs and talk to Qingliu outside the inn for a while, and talk to him after the king got up in the morning. Otherwise, she would be full of resentment and embarrassing. She would be famous for her when she turned around and said that pregnant women from outside the Tonglu Inn at night.

The most important thing she wanted to know whether the king had hurt her beloved relatives. What was not that important was to carefully see how his health was. She was not a fool, and she knew the degree of dependence on her. It would be better for her to leave him.

She turned her footsteps and took two steps toward the stairs. Then she heard the rushing footsteps in the upper room behind her, followed by the sound of the stool falling to the ground, and then the door panel asked someone to quickly pull it open, and the man whispered to her: "Su Wenjin... don't leave."

Wen Jin heard Fu Jingheng's shaking throat, and his shoulders froze slightly. It's been a long time since I saw him. He was shy. Now that he was in a bad state, he was a little embarrassed to meet others. It's very strange. Anyone who sees her, she doesn't care if she is fat, thin, ugly and handsome. However, when he sees her, she still hopes that she is beautiful. Maybe there are many women in his backyard. She used to be young and had the title of the best beauty in Guangli. Now she is twenty-five years old. After many things, she is no longer simple. She is now 140 pounds, with a big belly, a distorted figure, and a sense of crisis will be stronger.

"Be good, turn around and I'll take a look."

"I'm so fat. I'm not good-looking. I've been playing in the desert for a few months and I've been much tanned." I want to watch the stars he's seen in the desert with him. I want to ride a camel in the desert with him. But her belly that has nowhere to be placed is not suitable for ride a camel.

"It's okay." Fu Jingheng said in a warm voice, "Girls are the best in health."

Wen Jin felt warm and a little hesitant. He turned around and saw that he was probably in a hurry to chase him out. He was wearing a half-old inner jacket and standing barefoot outside the door. Yuan Qingjun looked so thin that she didn't look like a picture. Wen Jin recognized that his inner jacket was made by her two years ago, and she was still wearing many wrinkles. He read in his eyes that he felt pity and distress, and there was no disgust or contempt, and Wen Jin felt relieved.

Her eyes were sore, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"I heard that you are far away. I'm anxious to come out." Fu Jingheng's feelings for her in front of her never concealed her feelings. He was just the first in the country and his harem was not pure. He used to persist in possession of Wen Jin, but now he wanted to do so, but he didn't dare to act anymore and was unwilling to force her. He really wanted to persuade her to return to the capital. Don't waste time here, but he would still go back to Beijing to use her knowledge. Sitting in the Imperial College of the Imperial College is suitable for her. Living a small life with Jiang is not suitable for her.

"Oh." Wen Jin got tired of the ground with his toes, and the two of them stood at the door next to the house and spoke in unison.

It happened that the next door was probably annoyed by the sound of Fu Jingheng knocking down the stool just now, and then smashed the wall. The man said with a smile: "It's really unlucky, I can't live in the inn. It's so noisy!"

Fu Jingheng was not ostentatious when he was outside, and he felt comfortable being criticized by the common people. It might not be easy to go out and be less hostile. But he didn't expect that the two of them would be so reunited by the next door. It was not very beautiful when he recalled it. He lowered his voice and said impolitely to the next door like a small commoner: "Okay."

I heard his unhappy voice in his unhappy voice, which was naturally irrelevant to the voice, and his arrogance went down, as quiet as if there was no one next door. I thought to myself that it was not a girl no one wanted, but someone supported her.

Fu Jingheng took two more steps, came to Wen Jin, and carefully looked at her watery cheeks. She had an oval face in the past, but at this time she was chubby and had a round face with big eyes and round face, which was so fleshy that it was very big. He felt tired with his belly. She had more worldly style and experience in her eyes, and was curious about what she had experienced in the past six months.

He asked her, "Which hand sets fire to the winter garden?"

Wen Jin was mentioned as a feat of escaping from the winter garden, so he honestly spread his hands, "a fire note pulled by the left hand, and a candlestick pushed down by the right hand."

I also muttered to bully people next door, and the emperor would not smash the big wall when he talked to him. It is really not easy for a woman to be single, and it is still a bit of a benefit to have a man. Even if it is a cold person, it is better than not.

"Well, the right hand is more sinful. Then take your right hand into the house."

Wen Jin looked at his cheeks, and his thin cheekbones became obvious, making his eyes look so melancholy. I haven't seen him for a long time. At first glance, I feel handsome and cannot be looked at. I used to see him all day long, but I haven't seen him for many days, so it's more delicate than I remember.

Fu Jingheng held Wen Jin's right hand with a low hand, pressed her palm hard, and grabbed her index finger and pinched her hard.

"What are you doing when you pinch my hand?"

"It's not just about trying to pinch your hand."

Wen Jin could notice that he couldn't say he wasn't angry. Was he angry when he disappeared when he went back to the winter garden? "I've received the clothes. They are all pink. I especially like that little cloth monkey."

"If you don't leave the winter garden, you will have met you half a year ago." Fu Jingheng said, "That day I said I would bring the gift back for you. Then you decided to run away, and you said to me, 'Okay, wait for me'. You are a bad guy."

Wen Jin said, "Have you looked for me later?"

Fu Jingheng choked his throat, "Yes. I'm asking me to find it."

The tip of his hand was very cold, and when it touched her skin, there was a warm feeling towards him. He was quite greedy. He had no such warmth for half a year. Since he was eight years old, her body temperature has given him great comfort and comfort for twenty years. He has been like a walking corpse for half a year, forcing a smile to walk around, maintaining the balance of his front hall and harem, but only he knows the feeling in his heart.
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