First Lady

Ming Ye didn't look at her, sat on the side of the bed and said sourly, "I'll tell you a story. Didn't you say that my father told stories well?" So the young master also told you stories, so as to save you from talking about others!

Lan Shan had the urge to faint, he... how could he remember what was happening, how old he was, how could he be like a child.

Lan Shan rubbed her sore forehead weakly, and said earnestly: "Ming Ye, I... I, I was just perfunctory, I can't say that his father is not good in front of other people's children."

She originally wanted to persuade Mingye not to do this, but she was not okay, the more she said, the more gloomy Mingye's face became.

Whenever the young master thinks of Lanshan lying in someone's house with her daughter in his arms at night, listening to an old man tell a story, his heart will be overwhelmed with sourness. [

Mingye gave Lanshan a cold look, those eyes were like small knives being fired continuously, making Lanshan's whole body numb.

"Then you are perfunctory and perfunctory to me, you are willing to perfunctory other men... don't you even have the skill to perfunctory me?"

That threatening tone made Master Lanshan feel awkward, and he was so awkward with his parents.

Lan Shan arched towards the side of the bed, getting closer to Ming Ye, stretched out her hand and pinched his cheek.

"Fool, why are you angry with him? I'll listen to his stories again... I'm still with you now."

And they all rolled onto the same bed, can Mao Toyama compare with him in this regard?

Ming Ye's face turned pale, but his eyes were still a little cold: "I'm just annoyed with him, who told you to let him stay in your room at night."

About this point, no man can easily reveal it, especially a narrow-minded man.

Lan Shan let out a long sigh: "But... But didn't that happen?"

It's just very simple, very simple to listen to the story... It's still a fairy tale!

Ming Ye glared at her: "Could it be that something happens to you before you are reconciled."

"That's not what I meant."

Lan Shan was a little discouraged, the young master was on the edge, she couldn't make sense, so she could only use the most useful and...simple method.

Although she may be the one who suffers in the end, there is no other good way for the time being.

Lan Shan suddenly stretched out her hand to hook Ming Ye's neck, pushed her lips up, and blocked his mouth.

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Opening bird on January 1rd~~~~ My sister is too late to get up early~~~~(>_<)~~~~