The Anarchic Consort

Wen Yan, Sun Gonggong hesitantly looked at his master.

"Go and ask." Bai Lijiajue stood up, half-browed, and abstained from desire. Although he wore a robe in the court, he did not have the same rules as other emperors. Instead, he opened his collar very casually. The figure in the wind is very high, and he stands at the sandalwood table that usually folds the folds. Therefore, he seems to be somewhat condescending. He holds the palm of his hand. He continues to talk casually, exuding the faint charm, his eyes are extremely contemptuous: "Look Seeing which of them has too much money, the temple can take people directly to copy."

The meaning is that whoever dares to want the cage bed, he will copy who's home!

Sun Gonggong stunned, who is still daring to ask! Unless it is stupid!

So the palace began to pop a word, cherish life, start from the cage bed!

Several buyers who were interested in the things sold by Helen Weiwei have quit the game. Some even don’t even press the gold. Just ask your high school not to stare at yourself!

Helian Weiwei grabbed the collar of the last buyer and smiled shallowly: "Their perseverance is not strong enough, or Zhu Daren is more acquainted with the goods. I will give it to you free of charge. How about?"

"How, how?" The minister of the product seemed to be scared. Repeating the words of Helen Vivi, the whole person's face was white!

Helian Weiwei continued to lie: "Zhu Daren, you can relax, don't want your money, white for you."

Then he can't ask for it!

Where is this cage bed!

It’s just a thirteenth!

"Wang, Wang Hao, there are old and small on the minister. This... this cage bed, you, you still keep it yourself." A minister said, while looking at the figure standing in the study, hurriedly lost The next sentence: "His Royal Highness." He ran away, and the back of the fly is really hard to imagine, he has been a year old!

Sun Gonggong looked at this scene and quietly silent.

Helen Weiwei clenched his teeth tightly and looked at the golden cage bed that could not be sold out. I really want to tear it down!

However, when she just wanted to turn around, she was held back from behind her hands, and her whole person was heavily immersed in the soft tiger skin. The breath exhaled by the man slowly lingered on her soft skin. The hot touch that came after it provoked some familiar numb...

Helian Weiwei is a stiff body, the first reaction is to kick people off the side legs.

But the man seems to be precautionary, and with a thin chain, her ankle is locked on the bed.

"Barry Gaijue!" Helen Weiwei doubled up, and because of the posture, he could only face the neck to warn the man.

However, this did not have any effect on a certain highness. His hand naturally slipped into her clothes. The cold temperature made Helen Weiwei shudder: "Damn!"

“Hmmm?” Barry Gad picked up his eyebrows, but his fingers touched it very carefully, as if he was stroking the finest porcelain, sliding over an inch...

Helen Weiwei’s cockroaches suddenly opened, and the whole man bowed up on the back, and reached out and held the hand of Bai Lijiajue. The strength of that was too strong, full of energy: "His Royal Highness, your hand is not wanted?" is not it?"

"Is it angry?" Bai Lijiaju suddenly used force, and listened to her sighing voice with satisfaction, said to her ear: "Your body does not say so."

Helian Weiwei thinks that she has added up in her life and her life. The most mistaken thing is that this man in front of him, what is the cold and abstinence, is simply a disaster!

The strong contrast caused by the huge contrast under the memory of the memory, coupled with the sensitive parts of the body are repeatedly touched.

Even if Helen Weiwei is a god, there will be some confusion in his mind.

However, there is no retreat in the momentum, only the side of sneer: "I am not a dead person, of course, the body will have a reaction, do you want me to try it on my Highness, see if you have any reaction?"

Looking at the person who was crushed by him and did not disassemble the arrogant, Baili Jiajue faintly raised his eyebrow: "You mean that you want to lock the temple, how is this to the temple?"

Who thought about it! Helen Weiwei took a deep breath: "I let you let go."

"That's a pity, there is still some expectation in this temple, the day that you are locked up." said the singer, and the fingers went up and explored.

Helen Weiwei’s body is stiff, but his feet are not moving, because if you move it, it will only make a more extravagant chain, which sounds match the posture of the two of them now. She is not sure. Will a highness of a certain priest be crazy?

Of course, she doesn't think that Bai Lijiajue suddenly has this, there will be no reason, the tone is faint: "You don't just like your cage bed, I don't sell it."

Sure enough, the Bailijiajue stopped the movements on his hands, only looking at her, the eyelashes were black and long, and there was a capital that made the girls swear: "You don't care if you sell, is this temple blocking you?"

Helen Weiwei sang two times, and did not speak, thinking that you are not stopped, you just broke all my financial resources.

However, Helen Weiwei is not very concerned about this little thing.

The important thing is.

She looked up and shook her eyes. The reason why she promised this marriage was to think that the two people only cooperated and there was no other involvement.

After all, she was single-mindedly thinking that the Baili Jiajue would be a bend.

Even if it is not bent, it will not be of any interest to her.

But now, she has to remind someone: "Does your Highness forget that we signed the agreement before?"

"What if you forgot?" Bai Lijiajue hooked a thin lip and pulled out a smile. However, this time, the smile was restored to the coldness of the talent, but it was also hidden. The perceived anger.

Helen Weiwei smiled and didn't have much temperature: "If you forget it, it will not be fun."

However, I did not expect her words to fall.

There was a numbness in the neck, and the man leaned over the body. The breath tickles in the ear, which only makes people feel weak and weak: "You are talking about it, where is it not fun?"

"Like now." Helen Weiwei's cold voice was a little hoarse, because his hand was holding her softness lightly or lightly, and a stream of heat flowed through his fingertips, drilling into her every A capillary hole made her tone colder after she trembled.

"Oh, refuse the temple?" From her rigid body language, he already understood her rejection. In the elegant smile, it seemed to reveal a cold and cold feeling: "He Liweiwei, I have Didn't say that you are not smart at all?"