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The first thousand nine hundred and forty-six chapters spoiled, spoiled, spoiled!

The Mu family was washed away last night and no one lived.

Qi Ye received this news and was unexpectedly calm.

After the wild love, he stood up from Ye Weilan, put on his shirt lazyly, and his arms crossed the sleeves, and half of them were buttoned.

He carried the sleepy person on the bed into the bathroom, and Qi Ye cleaned her body familiarly. During the process, the woman in her arms was as lazy as a very tired cat, with her eyelids not moving.

He was extremely careful with her, and was very considerate in love with men and women.

He took the sleeping person to bed, Qi Ye gently pulled out his arm, which was pillowed on the quilt, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The night is cold.

He stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette slowly.

Smoke was shrouded in smoke, and no one could see the expression clearly on that too gorgeous face.

A slight sound of footsteps came from the room, and a pair of hands hugged him from behind, warm and soft, with a little mute: "What's wrong?"

He held her hands, turned around, and supported her on the wall, covering her breath.

Ye Weilan was wearing a nightgown, with long hair spreading over her shoulders, charming and sexy, her twin shining black, staring at his face motionlessly.

Qi Ye looked at her eyes deeply, her eyes were clear and pure, clearly reflecting his shadow.

Qi Ye's slender hands gently stroked her eyelashes: "Lan."

"Um."

"What does it mean to you?"

Ye Weilan was stunned, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes: "You are my husband, my lover, my man, my son and daughter's father. If you spoil me, you can't live. To me, no one is more important than Qi Ye."

Qi Ye smiled softly, his chest vibrated slightly, and he leaned over to kiss her tender lips.

"Since last night, your emotions have changed a little..." Ye Weilan held his face with a white hand, and the starlight seemed to be broken in his eyes: "I don't know what happened, but I believe that Qi Ye is the most powerful hero, and no one can defeat you."

Trusted by his beloved woman, Mr. Qi was unable to escape the vulgarity. A certain emotion was wiped out and his mood became very good: "Tell you something."

"What?" Her expression revealed some expectations of sharing the secret.

Qi Ye lowered his head and leaned against her ears, and the scorching breath dyed the white ear beads red: "Spoiled you just to make you unable to live without me again."

From the moment they met, he began to plot.

Spend her, spoil her, and spoil her to heaven.

Let her survive without him.

What other shackles are more gentle and sinister than this?

Ye Weilan's lips had a twisted and sweet smile: "Very good... your plan has been completely successful."

"But I also got myself in." His tone was illusioned with a hint of annoyance.

"Because I gave birth to Xiaojiu and Xiaoxue?"

Qi Ye touched her tender cheeks: "Because I don't want anyone except you."

Ye Weilan widened her eyes: "Do you regret it?"

“Can you return the goods?”

"The goods will not be returned or exchanged."

Qi Ye caressed her face with a doting heart: "Lan, remember what I said to you today."

Ye Weilan raised her eyes and stared affectionately: "I remember, I will never forget it until I die."

...

Two days later, it was Xiao Yechen's birthday.

Early in the morning, Ye Yan called to congratulate the young birthday boy on growing up one year old.
Chapter completed!
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