Three years of love

Chapter 88: Mu An, You Don't Want to Escape (2)
Seeing the villain in his arms, Lind first smiled, "Yang, is Miss An okay?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. She's asleep. I'll carry her upstairs first."

With a boo, someone went upstairs without raising his eyelids. In the hall, only LIND was left with a face full of unwillingness and... resentment.

Cheng Mu'an, you are really lucky.

Even the members of the Feng Gang can't do anything to you, so they really have to treat her differently.

Second floor bedroom.

He weighed Cheng Mu'an on the bed, and gently pulled the quilt over.Turning around, I saw the innocent face that looked like a child in deep sleep.A few strands of hair mischievously ran out to cover her face, and let out an uncomfortable groan, Tang Zhanyang quickly stretched out his big hand and gently picked up the strand of hair and placed it on the back of her head.In my ears, I heard the little girl's satisfied and lazy voice. I thought I was awakened by myself, but when I raised my eyes, I realized that the girl turned around and fell asleep.

Shaking his head, Tang Zhanyang laughed lightly.As early as the first time he smuggled her home, he noticed that the girl was lethargic.However, he didn't know that the lethargy had reached such a level.He brought her back all the way, and then carried her to the bedroom on the second floor, and she was probably the only one who could still sleep so soundly.

It's time to tell Uncle Li to prepare some porridge.

Tang Zhanyang looked at the sleeping face with warm eyes, and the little girl woke up, probably hungry.

"Tang Zhanyang, don't leave. Tang Zhanyang is a big villain..."

Next, a series of ravings made Tang Zhanyang stop his raised feet again, and a ghostly smile appeared on the corners of his lips, don't worry, little girl, I won't leave.Because, I will never allow you to take a step away from me.

Opening his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, quiet and dazed.

where is this place?
Reminiscent of what happened last night, Cheng Mu'an felt inexplicable panic, "Sang, Sang? Where are you?"

Tang Zhanyang who was downstairs was startled by the repeated calls. She woke up?
However, just when his footsteps stopped at the door of the room on the second floor, and when he heard her call clearly, a snowstorm suddenly gathered in his eyes. She is his woman, and he was the first to think of her after waking up. Is it another man?
His face suddenly condensed, "You want to see him that much?"

"Tang Zhanyang, is that you?"

"Hmph, it's not me, who do you think it would be?"

"I thought……"

"That half-dead ghost? You can't even take care of yourself, how can you look after you?"

"You are not allowed to speak of him like that."

Although he didn't know about Tang Zhanyang's appearance, when Cheng Mu'an heard him say this, his eyes and brows were full of dissatisfaction.

Sang was hurt for himself, and it was too late for him to thank him. How could he be attacked by others because of himself?
The storm gathered more and more, and there was a feeling that the mountain was about to come and the wind filled the building, "You are not a qualified mistress, Cheng Mu'an"

Haha, qualified good mistress?
Cheng Muan's heart ached, his stomach shrank, and the corners of his lips smiled unconvincingly, "Then, may I ask Mr. Tang, how can you be a good mistress? You have so many women, believe me Must have more experience? If Mr. Tang is willing, Cheng Mu'an would not mind asking for advice."

Looking at her stubborn eyes, raised chin, cold snort unconvinced, her lower abdomen felt hot for no reason.

And somewhere, it has hardened quickly...

"damn it……"

Cursing secretly, Tang Zhanyang took a step forward and slammed Cheng Mu'an's hands, lowered his head, and pressed his lips heavily, "I'm going to teach you the most basic condition of being a qualified mistress, how to please men. "

(End of this chapter)