My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 213 Husband Jun

Shang Yanzhou turned his head, the stars in his eyes were dimmed, the waves were surging, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Didn't it satisfy you last night?"

Wen Changlang's response was to jump directly onto his waist, wrap his legs around him, and wrap his hands around the back of Shang Yanzhou's neck, teasing him vaguely.

There was a hint of spring on Wen Changlang's evil face: "Am I so content?"

Evil and evil, passionate, Wen Changlang has always been such a wanton and unrestrained person.

Shang Yanzhou's deep smile slowly spread, and then he held the tight #round with both hands, rubbing his aggressive hands directly on it, and a domineering sentence resounded through Wen Changlang's eardrums:

"Then do #until you are satisfied!"

"Hahaha, shameless."

"Try it and you'll know."

As soon as the words fell, Shang Yanzhou had already adjusted his direction, looking for a place familiarly and squeezed in.

Wen Changlang groaned and groaned, and the unbearable #微微极喜欢# joy made him raise his head, and hung himself completely on Shang Yanzhou's body.

Just as he was standing, Shang Yanzhou started to move boldly. The rain outside was still pattering, and the chill began to invade this sad city.

But in this ancient wooden building, wave after wave of warm breath rose, accompanied by low-pitched singing, and the morning sun rose again at night, this entanglement finally came to a halt. .

A joking voice sounded: "Are you satisfied?"

After a while, a dying reply came:

"Satisfied...satisfied, Lord Governor don't bother anymore,...satisfied."

"What did you call me last night?"

"Mr. Husband."

"What are you to me?"

Wen Changlang wants to cry but has no tears: "...Little daughter-in-law"

"OK!"

Taking advantage of the people under him, Shang Yanzhou slowly backed out, but unexpectedly, his muddy lower body made a plopping sound with the movement of retreating, which was clearly heard.

Wen Changlang reacted, and immediately buried his face in the quilt, but the ears that were inadvertently exposed were red and bleeding.

But Wen Changlang is not a man of tweaking after all, he kicked Shang Yanzhou weakly, and said:

"Myself, clean up for me!"

Shang Yanzhou nodded cooperatively, and lazily said: "As you order, my little wife."

"Who is your little wife! Get lost!"

"Hahaha."

The arrogant but very magnetic and pleasant voice made Wen Changlang's teeth itch with hatred.

It was cool, but it also paid a heavy price, no!He must find a way to suppress this jade-faced fox!

Let yourself also gain prestige!

After tidying up his mess, Wen Changlang lay on his stomach, watched Shang Yanzhou carefully bring a bowl of porridge over, and couldn't help but ask with some doubts:

"Don't you know how to use a stove?"

Putting the porridge on the wooden cabinet beside the bed, Shang Yanzhou replied:

"Ask for that gentle little girl."

Wen Changlang looked at his hand still covered with black pot ashes, thinking that it must be served after cooking, and he didn't care about washing his hands first.

The heart is warm for no reason, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, let alone Shang Yanzhou, a gentle gentleman like the breeze and the moon, but now he is willing to go in and out of the stove, making himself as white as jade dirty.

"I'll try the taste."

Wen Changlang smiled happily, brought the bowl of porridge over and took a sip from the mouth of the bowl. It tasted silky and had a slight meaty aroma.

"It's pretty good."

Shang Yanzhou looked at him dotingly, and said with a smile, "You don't need me to feed you?"

"It's not disabled, what are you doing? You'd better go and wash yourself, it's dirty. You can't stand these things the most."