Three years of love

Chapter 86 Which is the real you, Sang (2)
Turning over, waving her small hand, giving Sang a big back view, Le Zizi fell asleep peacefully.

Someone on the bed was dumb, his face changed again and again, could he fall asleep like this?
You don't have to worry about yourself?

Although he is injured now, he is still a man, right?

Thinking of the injury, Sang finally grinned wryly, not to mention, he really can't do anything at this moment.

Although the two stray bullets last night could not kill him, they were enough for him to suffer for a while.

However, that person's skill is pretty good.Sang squinted, and his eyes were full of prey-like sharp light.It really is the waves pushing the waves behind the Yangtze River.But after a few years of hard work, a person with such skill in the world is really not to be coveted.

Rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes.Sang's eyes were full of vicissitudes.If he hadn't been greedy for the exciting and bloody rivers and lakes back then, maybe he would be happy now, right?

Beloved her, and him, or, a baby.

Such a day, to him now, should be a fairy tale in heaven, right?
He pursed his lips, and there was a ghostly aura in his eyes, thinking of the killing last night, the skill of those people was beyond his imagination.

One brushed against his left arm, and the other brushed against his back.

Fortunately, his skill is not bad either, and he escaped the vital points in time twice.

Otherwise, he might really die at this meeting.Where is there any chance to be cold and chant the moon here, thinking about the past and the future?
"Tang Zhanyang, you bastard. Tang Zhanyang, you..."

Uh?Sang was immersed in thoughts like water, and was interrupted by a burst of whispers.

Looking at Cheng Mu'an who still had his eyes closed, a helpless smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, is this talking in sleep?

Perhaps, she didn't hate Tang Zhanyang as she said.

Sang's eyes began to play slowly.

It's not like the sunshine at the beginning, and it's not like the gloomy ghost of that night. It's a little more mischievous and calculating.

The sleeping person murmured softly and curled his lips at times. Even in deep sleep, his expression was so rich that Sang Hao, who was staring at him, wanted to laugh. No wonder, she was able to attract Tang Zhanyang's attention.Perhaps, this girl is really a treasure.

The chair is so small, she must be sleeping uncomfortable, right?
Reluctantly standing up, Sang walked to Cheng Muan's side, picked up the towel that Cheng Muan threw on the ground, Sang gently bent down, reached out to hug someone in his arms, and put him on the big bed.

He got up and raised his legs, but before he could stand still, the severe pain from all over his body made him turn pale.

Damn it, it seems that the trauma this time is not serious.

Sang secretly sighed, and walked towards the bed with Cheng Mu'an in his arms.

However, the effort of walking a few steps made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Dou Da's cold sweat hit each other, making Sang's whole body tremble a little.However, in order to care about the beautiful woman in his arms, he insisted on biting his lips, enduring the pain, frowning, and walked steadily towards the bed step by step.

"Please put her down immediately, immediately."

The sudden roar from outside the door made Sang startled, who is it?

He staggered under his feet, and at the same time his hands were unsteady, and the beauty in his arms naturally swayed and slipped out of his arms.

And a certain person still closed his eyes and made a date with Zhou without knowing it.As soon as he was about to kiss the earth, a fast figure flashed past, and when he looked again, Cheng Mu'an had already fallen safely into a firm embrace.

And the owner of the embrace——

His eyes were black and deep, and the light in his eyes gathered into a violent storm, and the hailstones hit Sang directly.

(End of this chapter)