"Sister Qingjun?" Wen Yan, Qing Yan stunned.

"Also the wife's wife ..." Butterfly did not hide it, and said all Chen Mo's wife. Anyway, she thought that Qing Yanjing was also going to be their sister. Sooner or later, they had to know.

Hearing this, Qing Yan's face changed, but he didn't feel angry, but he had less guilt in his heart.

I thought secretly in my heart that Chen Mo had such a woman, but the butterfly did not feel anything. Then adding her as if it was a big deal.

Thinking about it this way, Qing Yan's face turned red instantly, shook hard, and wanted to disperse these thoughts.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Qing Yan shook his head quietly, butterfly asked curiously.

"Nothing? Butterfly, do you still have a dress this night? Can you ... Can you give me a piece?" Qing Yan quietly asked.

"Yes, I have a lot of." After so many years, more than one or two evening dresses of the butterfly immediately took out a delicate wooden box from Najie and handed it to Qing Yanjing, and laughed: "Your figure and me

Almost, you should be able to wear ... "

Speaking, I also glanced at Qing Yan's chest.

A trace of pride appeared in my heart.

She is not as big as me ...

Qing Yanjing didn't pay attention to the inexplicable look of Butterfly. After taking it, he opened the wooden box and glanced at it. It was a black evening dress, and he laughed immediately: "Thank you."

"No, just a piece of clothes. By the way, do you still want this ..." Butterfly sat next to Qingyan's quiet, the two were next to each other, everyone's eyes were on Chen Mo's body, but it was also down.

Not so easy to discover, and then the butterfly took out a pair of stockings from Najie.

"Is this?" Qing Yan quietly touched it, the fabric was extremely thin, and it was the same as the skin.

The butterfly whispered in Qingyan's quiet ear.

After hearing the words, Qing Yan Jing moth eyebrows picked up. When she heard her say that Chen Mo liked it, her face became unknown, which was too ...

The palm of his hand was secretly tightened, and then the income of income quietly in Qiankun bracelet.

"That ..." Qing Yan Jing swallowed and spit, some couldn't say.

"High ... high heels." Qing Yan quietly stated.

"This ..." The butterfly hesitated a little bit, and said immediately: "I have only five pairs of high heels, but I have all passed through, if you don't mind ..."

Qing Yan Jing wanted to say that he didn't mind, but suddenly Chen Mo's gaze swept over, and quickly said: "After the banquet, I'll go to you, go to bed together, let's talk about it again."

Butterfly nodded.

The next step is to say birthday congratulatory words, singing birthday songs.

The birthday song is still Chen Mojiao. After all, it is not the first birthday for so many years. It is very simple. It will be time to sing once or twice.

The atmosphere soon became lively.

Then there is a link to donate gifts.

Qingmo handed a gift box that had been prepared for a long time to Chen Mo. The gift box packaging was very intentional, with noble and atmospheric atmosphere everywhere.

Husband, you bullied me tonight ... "

boom!

When he heard this, Chen Mo immediately had some upset, in his mind, all kinds of knowledge emerged.

However, the gifts from Ya Fei, Xun'er, and Ziyan will make Chen Mo's heart more and more hot.

Only butterflies, green scales, and small doctors. They sent them simple gifts.

As Chen Mo's eldest daughter, the so -called daughter is the father's little cotton jacket. Although this cotton jacket leaks, the gift given is also attentive. It is a long sword of a spirit of the peerless saint.

I don't know where to find it.

When Qing Yan was too quiet, when everyone's eyes gathered on her, I do n’t know if it was nervous or what, but the ghost gave God to Chen Mo.

What is the body of the Dafu Tu Dharma?

And the existence of the immortal golden body.

However, after sending it, Qing Yan regretted that it was not her reluctant big floating slaughtering body, but the practice of the practice of the Dangfu Dharma body.

He is a disaster.

However, what was sent out, Qing Yanjing could not be recovered, and immediately said: "After you cultivate, do not reveal it in front of everyone before you reach the Sacred Heaven."

"Big Floating Tujue ..." Chen Mo took a look at it, and suddenly he was stunned. He naturally knew the meaning of this method, because this was the town method of the ancient ethnic groups of the ancient ethnic group.

If you cultivate it, you can also cultivate into the Floating Tu Dharma body and the floating tower. Even after Dacheng, you can also master the ancestral tower of the Holy Pooker of the Fuscu. It can be seen that it is valuable.

Based on Qing Yanjing's words, Chen Mo suddenly thought that Qing Yanjing liked himself, otherwise he would not send such valuables, so he did not quit, nodded and agreed.

However, if you want to cultivate the floating tower, only talents with floating blood veins can be used, and those who do not have the orthodox blood veins of the floating slaughter.

But Chen Mo is an exception. He has the blood of the imperial throne, which is the blood of the blood, and can accept thousands of blood. Moreover, he cultivates too much mixed meta -decision, and he can also integrate the decision of the big floating slaughter.

Chen Mo was thinking that if the Emperor's body and the immortal golden body were fused together in the big float, I do not know what it would look like.

Elastic

After pushing the cup to change the cup, the next step is the project that Chen Zizheng likes very much.

Throw the cake.

When she was fighting the continent, she had played like this because she said that she was not allowed to use any fighting gas before playing, so when she played, she was very happy.

"Haha, my father is not allowed to use the spiritual power!" Chen Zizhen cut the next piece of cake. When Chen Mo had not responded, he threw it away.

But even if it does not use spiritual power and some external force, Chen Mo's reactive effect is extraordinary, and it is easy to hide.

However, the bright gun is easy to avoid the dark arrow. Chen Mogang escaped the cake attack thrown by Chen Zizheng. Ya Fei raised the cake in the plate and patted Chen Mo's face.

One -mouth cream.

"..." Xun'er, Ziyan and others couldn't help laughing.

"Girl Yan Jing, look at the tricks!" Die apparently regarded Qingyan as a sister. Seeing that she was in a savvy god, she ate a few mouthfuls of cakes, pressed on Qingyan's face, and washed her face.

Qing Yan Jing was stunned on the spot.

Even if you look messy, your hair and your clothes are all cream.

Soon, a happy cake battle was on.

Because when I was drinking, I did not use the spiritual power to stop it, and the wine was not a wine. After a while, the mental trapped, and the rush of alcoholicism made everyone a little tired.

Chen Mo also thought about what Qing Mo and others said in their ears, so they immediately announced that they ended and went down.
Chapter completed!