The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 215 A Hundred Years Reunion ([-])

Tang Shanshan who was awake was alive and kicking, she couldn't be quiet for a moment.

But Tang Shanshan, who was drunk, was very well-behaved.

Totally good wine.

Tang Shanshan, who was asleep, just huddled in Qi Zihan's arms obediently, and did not move at all.

Relying on Qi Zihan's arms, Tang Shanshan's sweet dreams are smooth.

The night wind blew, it seemed a little cold, Tang Shanshan instinctively snuggled into Qi Zihan's arms, chasing Qi Zihan's body temperature.

"Shanshan, Shanshan, wake up, wake up, I'll take you back." Qi Zihan gently shook Tang Shanshan's body, trying to wake her up.

"Noisy!" Tang Shanshan snorted angrily, then waved off Qi Zihan's shaking hand, ignoring his call, Tang Shanshan thrust her head into Qi Zihan's arms hard, and fell asleep again.

Qi Zihan let out a low laugh, and couldn't help lowering his head to kiss Tang Shanshan's hair.

There was no way, Tang Shanshan had already buried her whole face in his arms.

Only the black and shiny hair like satin is left.

It's just short.

She will not officially start growing her hair until she turns 13 next year.

Qi Zihan couldn't help but began to imagine what kind of moving expression she would have when her long hair fluttered and her skirt fluttered.

If there are roses blooming all over the ground...or pink or white...

If you grow your hair, it means that you are going to get married.

Just thinking about it, Qi Zihan felt intoxicated.

With a spoiled smile, Qi Zihan hugged the person in his arms tightly, got up and was about to leave.

"Your Highness..." Qi Zihan suddenly heard Zhuo Tu calling him, and when he turned around, he saw that Zhuo Tu had already placed a large bowl in the wine altar.

Standing up, Zhuo Tu strode to Qi Zihan's side, and said, "I invited Shanshan to the grassland, so I dare not work for Your Highness, so let me do it."

As Zhuo Tu said, he reached out to take Tang Shanshan from Qi Zihan.

"King Zhuotu Khan, you are welcome..." Qi Zihan smiled gently, hugged the person in his arms affectionately, and refused: "Shanshan and this king are old acquaintances, but there is nothing to do. King Zhuotu Khan, It's late at night, so the king will be excused first."

Zhuotu's face darkened, silently watching the thin figure in white clothes gradually being swallowed up by the night.

What he wants, no one can take away.

Zhuotu clenched his fists, since it was his, no one could take it away.

(End of this chapter)