Long Junchen felt guilty. He did not put all his experiences on her, so he did not explain anything smoothly. He just said sincerely: "Lingling, don't worry, I will take good care of you in my life and will not let you suffer any grievances. If you want to cry, you can only cry because of me alone. I will never let you cry for other people and other things."

"Hey, what a bastard are you talking about!" Situ Lingling thrust Long Junchen's chest with great dissatisfaction, but the force was very light. After the hammer, his body softened and lay on Long Junchen's chest and murmured softly: "Junchen, in fact, I don't know much about the Feng family, but you are willing to break up with your father for the sake of the original agreement. I am very happy to tell the truth, but I don't want you to lose too much for me. If you have the chance, you should go home and take a look."

When Long Junchen heard this, he felt a warm feeling in his heart. His wife did not choose to be jealous, but protected herself everywhere. He felt so warm. He rubbed his wife's head docilely. Situ Lingling lay obediently on Long Junchen like a little cat, but her face was extremely flushed. Long Junchen continued to explore with his incorruptible hand, gently stroked the smooth cheeks under his wife's ears, and held his wife's weak and boneless waist with his left hand.

Situ Lingling leaned in Long Junchen's arms. Long Junchen felt a faint fragrance coming from his nose. The girl's soft and tender back and buttocks were on her chest and abdomen. The young man's green shirt was thin, as if there was no fabric between the two. Long Junchen's hand seemed to be a magic trick. He was holding onto his waist the previous second, and the next side, somehow he ran to the thin clothes on the girl's chest, holding some soft place, and plump.

Situ Lingling had long surrendered after being tortured by Long Junchen. Her eyes were blurred, and there were also a few heart-beating moans in her cherry lips. Long Junchen saw his wife's appearance, and his heart was slightly warm and smiled slightly. Then, under Situ Lingling's slightly moved eyes, she gently kissed her. For a moment, in the warm room, the spring was quietly spreading, and the red candles around seemed to have been blessed by the man and the woman, becoming particularly shy and beautiful.

The next morning, the magpies chirped on the branches and kept chirping. The cool morning breeze in summer gently blew by. Last night, the spring night was unforgettable. This morning, the tender green brushed the branches. The sun shone over the other end of the yard, making the courtyard full of warm colors. The green grass chamomile in the yard, the warm red sun in the pond, and the slightly slanted stone paths were dyed with dew, which looked very quiet.

Long Junchen set out before dawn. He was not a qualified husband. He left his wife alone at home the next day of his wedding, but it was indeed a reason. Guan Tongxiao made an agreement with Long Junchen at the banquet yesterday that he would set off for Maoshan early this morning. She was still thinking about Ji Ruonan. If she could not find the lost two souls, she would probably feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Although Long Junchen could refuse or postpone it for a few days, he did promise that he would accompany the girl to Maoshan for a walk after the wedding. However, he did not expect that Guan Tongxiao was so anxious. On the second day of the wedding, he would take Long Junchen to Maoshan. Moreover, Long Junchen had already been in a state of water, and Situ Lingling had been many times, so he was really embarrassed to continue breaking the appointment.

Long Junchen really finally comforted Situ Lingling, and his mouth was worn out. Moreover, when Situ Lingling was already a little drunk and confused, if the latter was still awake, he might even be frustrated.

This time I went to Maoshan, Long Junchen not only took Guan Tongxiao, but also called someone. He had been to the tomb with him before to deal with the Ghost King Qingdie.

When Qingdie heard that she was going to catch ghosts, she agreed without saying a word. Especially Long Junchen also promised that any ghost she could save would give her the opportunity to accumulate Yin skills. Qingdie was so excited that she would follow the immortals and the ghosts she met must have a good cultivation level, which would definitely be beneficial or harmless to her own cultivation.

Long Junchen wanted to leave early, mainly because the man in the backyard woke up early in the morning and started to lose his temper. He really couldn't stay in the bed. He had a fight last night and had to fight again this morning. Long Junchen couldn't stand it, so he left the villa sent by the boss Bander. Before the agreed time, he went directly to Guan Tongxiao's house to pick her up.

This is not the first time Long Junchen has come. He has passed through a hand-written veranda with a hand-written veranda on both sides. You can see at a glance that the owner of the house is very dignified. Long Junchen knocked on a marble table at the door of the boudoir, and a coquettish female voice came from it, "Sister Fan, you have come to clean so early. I'm leaving today and I won't use it for the past few days."

Long Junchen smiled dryly, hesitated for a moment, thinking that he would set off as soon as possible, go and go back early, so he walked straight in, "Why are you here?" As soon as he entered the door, he saw Guan Tongxiao, who was sitting on the bed playing games with his mobile phone and playing games with his long black hair, and the black waterfall-like white clothes scattered on his shoulders, which was wrong, it was on his pajamas.

At this time, Guan Tongxiao was staring at her big eyes like a copper bell, leaning straight on the bed like a zombie, looking at Long Junchen in panic. Then, as if she suddenly realized something, she picked up a pillow and threw it at the latter, and said angrily: "Hey, you stinky hooligan, why do you come in the girl's room casually! Go out quickly! I haven't put on makeup yet!!"

Guan Tongxiao was shy and angry, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to get into it. She had just woken up, her hair was messy, and she was no different from those female ghosts in mythological stories. She could even smell the saliva flowing on the corners of her mouth. She was not sure if the trace of saliva reflected the sunlight coming in from the windowsill. The more she thought about it, the more disgusting it became.

Long Junchen saw Guan Tongxiao's appearance ceremony that looked like a beggar, and he was a little confused. He stood there in a daze until the pillow hit his forehead. He realized that he was indeed a little reckless. He hurriedly stumbled out of the boudoir and said apologizing: "Well, then I'll wait for you outside. You pack up and tell me, and we'll set off. You can get some healing!"

Although Long Junchen didn't know whether Guan Tongxiao had heard his last words, Long Junchen was still a little sensible when the girl was dressing up. She was as disheveled as Guan Tongxiao, and her lower body was still buried in the quilt. She didn't know when it came out. So Long Junchen paced anxiously outside, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, rushed in again, thinking about urging her again...
Chapter completed!