Hold Ye Shao's thick thighs tightly

Chapter 78 Dream

Cheng Yanqian didn't understand it thoroughly either, so he glanced at Situ, "You can ask the captain."

Situ, "..."

For more than a month, no breakthrough clues have been found. It is already very good that the Fourth Young Master didn't mess with him. Did he come together to seek death?

Cheng Yankui stood up, walked out of the study, and whispered to Situ, "Come on."

Situ looked at Cheng Yanqian, "..."

Wasn't that the one time he was overwhelmed?As for?

Cheng Yanqian walked in front and went back downstairs.

Situ watched his back, so the next day, he and Cheng Yankuan cleaned all the toilets in the Han Palace.

The Fourth Young Master said at the time, "Wash until the water in the toilet can be drunk by yourself."

That day he brushed the toilet until he could barely lift his arms.

After brushing, the Fourth Young Master asked him and Cheng Yankui to crawl in the lobby and do a hundred push-ups, and the posture was even more standard!

To be honest, he really didn't see anything clearly!
Because he dare not!
……

Xia Lin was lying on the bed, playing with the phone between his index finger and thumb.

Ye Sihan refused to cooperate, this matter was a bit troublesome.

Now, according to the clues obtained by her grandfather, the time when she lost her memory was definitely at Ye's house.

She didn't know what happened during that time.

and so--

With a conclusion in mind, he threw the phone aside, got up and went to the bathroom.

Soaking in the bathtub took a full half an hour before soaking off all the makeup on his body and fading off the honey-colored male skin.

The skin that can be broken by blowing bombs is a bit too white, because of the soaking in hot water, the whole body is glowing like a rose,

After a long time, she came out of the bath, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and took a look at herself.

So, in the Ye family, is she a woman?
Appearing in front of him in such a posture?
Suddenly curious, how would he react to her identity as a woman.

After standing for a while, she returned to the bedroom, took out the oil painting, and stared at the black figure in a daze.

When I drew this oil painting, I still have some memories, right?
Why draw him?
Staring at the outline of the man on the canvas, Xia Lin's beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned.

After looking at it for a long time, I put the oil painting back, lay on the bed, and fell asleep peacefully.

(End of this chapter)