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Wang Xuan froze when he heard this marriage word.

His face was a bit blue. Staring at his little sister, he pressed his lips tightly and said seriously: "Yun'er, big brother is big husband."

After spitting out these words, he put a face on his face and stuffed the baby into Chen Rong's arms.

This time, the baby was not struggling. She lay quietly in her mother’s arms, tilting her head and looking at her brother.

During the carriage, she flattened her mouth, flattened her mouth again, and then lowered her head.

Feeling that her daughter’s breath is a little dull, Chen Tony smiled and said, "Is Yun's unhappy?"

Waer grabbed her shirt tightly, but didn't answer.

Chen Rong reached up and lifted her chin and looked carefully at her daughter's face.

As soon as I saw it, the baby snapped her hand away and continued to stick it firmly in her neck fossa.

For a while, the baby whispered milky voice: "Brother."

Seeing this arrogant baby even take the initiative to speak, Chen Rong and Wang Xuan were both startled. Wang Xuan smiled and said: "Don’t you bother brother?"

Waer ‘en’ shouted and said, "Yun'er is standing upright, not annoying the beautiful life!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Xuan's beautiful face was painted in the subway, and the twins who listened to the outside outside laughed in unison.

Laughter was stirred, and there was a blast of mountains and valleys between heaven and earth.

At this time, it was at the intersection of the three official ways that the laughter from the team attracted passersby to look back.

In the footrest pavilion fifty steps away, a man wearing a hat glanced at him.

This is the glance, he was stunned.

Staring at the slowly coming team logo, his low-magnetism voice came slowly, "Langya Wang Hong?" The voice was complicated and inexplicable.

Standing behind him, a thin young man dressed as a scribe, glanced at the team carefully, leaned over and whispered, "It is Langya Wang Hong, who heard that Wang's instability, and invited him down the mountain ."

Speaking of this, the scribe smiled and said: "The protagonist gallops, I'm afraid I haven't paid attention to the little celebrities of the Jin people." There was an inexplicable pride in the voice.

The man under the hat did not seem to hear it. He quietly looked at the carriage that was getting closer. The low one asked hoarsely, "Wang Hong has gone down the mountain? Then his wife and children?" "

"Since I have followed the mountain down," the scribe said: "His woman said that she was a humble person, but everyone in the world said that she was generous and brave and had a husband."

Seeing the man seems to be listening carefully, the scribe also said: "Among the celebrities of the Jin people, Wang Hong is the number one figure. I heard that his son is also extraordinary."

"Son?" The scribe's voice was more hoarse. He repeated lowly: "Her son?"

Looking staringly at the approaching carriage, the man suddenly jumped up and jumped up on horseback.

When he moved, a dozen men in the pavilion stood up at the same time.

The man didn’t look back, just said lightly: "You stay here."

Finally, he ran out of his horse.

Seeing that he was rushing straight towards Langya Wanghong's motorcade, the scribe screamed and said, "No, the hero is not allowed!" When he was here, he turned his horse and hurriedly followed.

The man said that the man came to the roadside without knowing what he thought, and he stopped.

He turned his head, and he was there motionlessly, as if there was a thousand years of solitude.

He didn't turn around slowly until the team passed.

He turned his head so slightly, he looked intently at the center of the team.

In the middle, there are several expensive carriages. Next to the carriage, Wang Hong of Bai Shengsheng Xue, and two handsome young men who are still more than his twins, Zema followed, talking and laughing.

As for the carriage around them, a beautiful teenager was sitting, leaning on a woman’s shoulder, with a strong expression in his stubborn expression.

The woman holds a beautiful little boy in her hand.

The man gently lifted his hat and looked at the woman.

Seventeen years.

Full seventeen years.

She is still so beautiful, as if the rose is the most prosperous. Towards the sun, towards the spring, unrelentingly shows her beauty and charm.

Unlike before, there are no more traces of greenness on her face, she is well cooked.

Her look was serene, and the pair of charming eyes that were always shining, but not sharp.

On her face, in her eyes, there was only peace, only serenity, and only a spoiled cat was lazy.

It seems that she has not seen darkness in many years, she has forgotten her claws, and she no longer possesses her sharpness.

It seems that she only remembers to stretch her beauty and freedom towards the sun. It seems that once death was nothing more than such a life. In her life, she went away completely, and the rest was only sunshine and happiness.

Looking at it, the man found a bit astringent in his eyes.

This is a strange thing, how many years? He thought he wouldn't have tears, he wouldn't have the emotions of a common man.

He wanted to steer past.

But after a glance, he suddenly didn't want to pass.

How can this woman be so comfortable and beautiful? In this world, chaos, fighting, pain and death are the main theme of the world. Failure and sorrow have flooded the entire earth. How many Han people lined up and put their clothes into the river to kill themselves.

Why are all the sufferings and pains no longer relevant to her?

How can she live so well? Does she have the only pure land in this world?

Thinking here, the man couldn't help looking at Wang Hong.

After seventeen years, the handsome young man in the past is still handsome, but he has matured a lot.

Looking at him, the man slowly lowered his head slowly.

Standing like this by the road, and standing like this where no one can see, the man gave a gift to Wang Hongluo, and said in a low voice that he could only hear: "You are so full of eyes Only turned a blind eye... but I still want to respect you. You finally protected this woman and gave her a piece of pure land."

In this world, if you can be a peaceful lazy woman, how much happiness and pampering do you have to enjoy?

This world~IndoMTL.com~ can make a sharp and ruthless woman put away her claws and whip and stand behind her to protect her from the wind and rain. What a tough and short man?

At this moment, Wang Hong, who was advancing on horses, seemed to feel that he slowly turned his head.

At the moment he turned his head, the man pressed down the hat, and drove away.

All he saw was the back of Han Weiwei.

This back is so familiar and so strange. It has a blood of fighting from thousands of horses and horses, and a kind of majesty based on the world.

Looking at it, Wang Hong frowned. At this time, Chen Rong's soft and curious voice came, "Qiro, what are you looking at?"

Wang Hong turned his head.

To his wife and children leaning on his wife, he smiled and said softly: "It's okay." (Unfinished. If you like this work, you are welcome to come () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, Your support is my biggest motivation.) (To be continued) The novel's latest chapter in the text of Mei Gongqing's old friend URL: