He turned around with an angry look and saw that behind him, a large number of his colleagues had gathered at some point, all coveting the gold coins in his hand. They all knew that he was cruel, but they didn't know that it turned out that
He was so generous, and the bag of gold coins must have been in the millions.
These bastards don't know how to live or die.
Tie Nu stuffed the bag back into his pocket, cracked his knuckles, narrowed his dangerous eyes, and said conspiratorially: "You bastards, I happen to have itchy hands."
Everyone looked at him in horror: "What do you want to do?"
"What do you think?" Tie Nu walked towards them with heavy steps.
"Wow, we don't want the gold coins anymore. Please spare your life, please don't hit us..." Everyone hugged together in horror, begging for mercy.
"Humph, it's too late." After Tie Nu finished speaking, he immediately punched him.
Suddenly, there were screams and screams, one after another, it was so desolate.
One by one one by one
The night is charming, and it's easy to get excited and want to do something.
On the spacious bed, Xiahou Huan'er lazily sat in his arms and asked casually, "What do you think of love?"
Dongfang Xing heard this, looked down at her delicate cheeks, his deep eyes deepened, and his voice was low: "I don't have any opinions, but there are quite a few ways to do it."
Xiahou Huan'er's face suddenly became full of black lines, she stretched out her finger, poked his chest hard, and said seriously: "Be more serious."
Dongfang Xing quickly held her finger that could ignite fire at any time, a little innocently: "I am very serious." He was telling the truth.
"Serious Mao, I'm asking you very seriously." She couldn't understand how this man could have such a serious face and yet say such rogue words, and still make a lot of sense.
of.
Dongfang Xing squinted at her: "Then how do you want me to answer you?"
Xiahou Huan'er was on the verge of tears and said angrily: "I asked for your opinion, not your approach."
Dongfang Xing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you think it's vain to talk about your opinions? Only by doing them can you reflect them better?"
"Tch, saying it means not saying anything." Xiahou Huan'er glared at him with disdain, then retracted into his arms speechlessly, trying to get him to say something nice was harder than expecting a widow to give birth to a child.
"Why do you ask this question so suddenly?" She seemed a little strange today. Dongfang Xing reached out and picked up her head. His sharp eyes began to scan her face, looking into her confused and rippling eyes, and frowned, "You
uncomfortable?"
"No, it's just that the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, I want to be sentimental." Xiahou Huan'er pushed his hand away and refused to let him continue to visit.
"Really?" Dongfang Xing looked at her suspiciously, his eyes twinkling ever since she came back from the institute.
Xiahou Huan'er sneered: "When did I tell you lies?"
Dongfang Xing looked at her with squinted eyes and fell silent. His thick palms rubbed her back, and his eyes narrowed and became narrower.
Xiahou Huan'er lay comfortably in his arms. She didn't know how long it had passed before she suddenly shouted softly: "Husband..."
"Huh?" Dongfang Xing hummed slightly, indicating that he was listening.
Xiahou Huan'er hesitated for a long time before he hesitated to ask: "Do you... really want a child?"
When Dongfang Xing saw her taking the initiative to raise this issue, he looked at her with some surprise: "Didn't you always know?"
"I just want to confirm." Xiahou Huan'er's heart quietly felt bitter.
