Pampered Fei Brimming with Cuteness

In all fairness, even if she is not waiting to see Long Yutian, on him, it is perfect to pick no flaws.

But the more noble the man, the less he will belong to any woman.

As Tuoba said, he can only love her forever, but he can't escape the three thousand people in the harem.

Now, Long Yutian naturally does not say that even the fourth, as a prince, will be married in the future.

Everyone wants to be rich and wealthy, and even wants to enter the palace gate.

But I don't know, this ordinary life, calm enjoyment, is full and sweet, but it is the Royal can not be reached!

Thinking of this, Qian Duodu could not help but sneak a glimpse of Long Muzhen around him, biting his lip, it seems a little uneasy.

At this time, Long Muzhen was also condensing her eyes. When she saw the little girl’s eyes and looked at the opposite old couple, the eyes were covered with a mist. He held the money and blossomed tightly. Hands, deep blacks with the same tenderness.

“If I can unload my shoulders one day, I will open a small tea shop in a thatched cottage, or a snack bar, with my only wife, into this ordinary and happy life, during the day and These people gossip and watch the children at night."

Speaking of this, Long Muyu deliberately paused, and his eyes were constantly focused, with infinite meaning, a word and a clear heart.

"I only want one person's heart, and the white head is not separated."

Qian Duodu did not speak, just looked at the thin lips of Long Mu's micro-opening, and he was squirmed twice by his small hand in the palm of his hand. His backhand gripped his big palm.

Long Haotian stood behind them and carefully observed the small movements between the two. He moved his body slightly and blocked the sight of the third brother.

In the world of Duo and 14 Uncle, there is always only one other, he can only be far from the footsteps, and he seems to find his position.

Just as Long Haotian was a little secretive, there was another old man in the front wearing a coarse cloth, holding a large porcelain bowl in his hand and standing on the stall.

"Pinger, give me a bowl of tofu."

Pinger is the nickname of the old woman. It is always strange to be called by another man besides her husband.

However, looking at the faces of the old couple, there is nothing unnatural, especially the old man, who also personally helped the old man with a bowl of tofu.

Looking at the several copper plates handed over by the old man, the old man waved his hand and said, "I have been dating for decades. Don't come to this set of virtual. When you were young, grab my wife. When I was at home, I also I haven't seen you like this. When I am old, I know that I am polite."

It turned out to be a love enemy! Long Haotian stretched his head and he liked to watch!

The old man squinted his head and then pulled out a bun from his cuff: "It’s been the birth of Pinger in two days. I thought about nothing to send. I just saw it at the stall. This is a hairpin, just give a gift to Pinger."

"How can this be so good." Pinger’s wife refused to euphemistically.

"What's the bad thing, he ate so many bowls of tofu flowers, how about taking him a donkey." The old man grabbed the hairpin and carefully inserted it on the head of the old woman.

The style of the bun is very simple, and the workmanship is also very rough, but on the head of the white hair full of white hair, there is a beauty after the precipitation.