Directly ignoring it is an unpardonable crime. Our classmate Hao was angry: "I'm very angry now."
An Ying smiled flatteringly, hehe, "Then...can I put down the fire for you?"
"Okay! I'll decide how many times the fire will come down." Tian Junhao said word by word as if he was discussing a meaningful matter.
That night, a storm surged through the room, and Tian Junhao shouted: "Let the storm come more violently."
An Ying chuckled: She loves these simple and beautiful little happinesses to death. Because Hao will never really be angry with her, he just scares her.[
In the early morning of the pain and love, An Ying lay timidly in Tian Junhao's arms, with a happy smile on her lips.
It seemed that she could never guess how much Hao had paid for her behind the scenes.
Hao's love is really when a person treats himself with all his heart.
She really, really loves the man who is sleeping with his mouth bent in her arms.
An Ying put her red and swollen mouth on his chest, kissed him, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
There is a kind of love. If I get it, I am lucky; if I don’t get it, I am destined.
Fortunately, she is the former.
"Uncle, where are we going?"
Sitting on the white dragon soaring in the clouds and mist, Xiao Bai was like a wild horse running wild, stretching out his two little hands to face the wind. He was so excited that he could finally escape from his father's clutches.
"Oh ho, I'm free! I'm finally free!" He was so excited that he was dancing up to the sky and into the earth.
"To the ends of the earth, traveling around mountains and rivers, enjoying the world."
Murong Jue hugged the elf-like little woman in his arms, an evil smile spread across his lips.
When Tianjun Hao ordered his men to invite the young prince, Xiaobai was nowhere to be seen, and there were only two letters in front of him:
One letter comes from Xiao Bai who did something bad and ran away; one letter comes from Murong Jue who kidnapped the prince and ran away.
Before he could get angry, Xiao Le rushed towards him angrily: "Oh, daddy, Xiaobai ran away again. Bad guy, he didn't take me with him again. I hate Xiaobai, I hate uncle, I hate Yiyi, they
Don’t forget me, Xiaole hates them!”
The sun rises and sets, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days pass. An Ying's life is lukewarm, but her life is full of small happiness.
Tian Junhao was handling court affairs in the Liuli Palace, and An Ying knelt down beside him, holding a piece of paper and folding it in half, then folding it in half, and then folding it in half again, as if a vivid paper crane was folded out in a moment.