"Yangyang, then forgive me first."

Yan Song's voice was exhausted: "I will talk about the future."

After a pause, she whispered, "Please, let me be quiet for a while."

This weak voice made her sad.

Xue Qing quickly squeezed Yan Ge's hand, but immediately he let go.

"Okay," he said, "you sleep well tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow."

After he had said it, he got up and walked out.

What I didn't expect was.

After walking to the outside, I saw Liu Jingchen standing at the door of the outside.

The room was dark, and the eyes of the two men met in the air.

Although silent, it crackled like an invisible spark splashing in his eyes.

Even Xue Qing did not expect that Liu Jingchen did not leave.

The dialogue between Yange and him just now is not clear to the man.

Xue Qing has always been an outrageous figure.

His softness in front of Yange is really unwilling to be seen by others.

Not to mention, this person is still Liu Jingchen.

Fortunately, although each other was anxious to unload each other by eight pieces, they also knew that this was not the time to get up, so they went out together in silence.

Liu Jingchen followed behind Xue Qing.

After Xue Qing took a few steps, he reacted afterwards, daring to say that he had a way to go out, but actually followed him?

So, this guy had already guessed that he was in the inner room?

What a lie!

As soon as he threw his sleeve, he said coldly to Liu Jingchen, "Don't follow me."

Liu Jingchen didn't answer, but followed.

Xue Qing was furious and stared at Liu Jingchen with a sneer: "It's really thick."

Liu Jingchen looked at him and said nothing.

A pair of dark eyes are like seeing through the little magpies in Xue Qing's heart.

Xue Qing not only did not dispel the fire, but grew more and more angry: "Don't think she can protect you, you can do whatever you want."

Liu Jingchen finally said, "You can't protect her."

He was hoarse, as if he had cried.

Xue Qing sneered, and stretched out his hand to slap Liu Jingchen's collar: "But it's more coquettish. What do you really think of yourself as a fool?"

However, when he didn't expect it, his hand not only grabbed an empty space, Liu Jingchen, who was standing in front of him, twisted his waist, had already reached behind him, and patted him with his palm.

People such as Xue Qing who have come out of a large family have never been martial arts since childhood.

Feeling the strong wind behind him, Xue Qing snorted heartily.

He really didn't expect that the seemingly fragile champion Yuan Lang was still a trainee.

At this moment, Yange and Emperor Xuanwu were lying on the bed and were also confronting each other.

In fact, what Emperor Xuanwu had to say, Yan Ge had already finished all the conversations with Xue Qing.

As soon as Xue Qing was gone, she lay down on Emperor Xuanwu's chest as if she had lost her strength, frowning and groaning, "It hurts, it hurts."

This move was hosted by Emperor Xuanwu, and it was about a hundred trials.

Sure enough, Emperor Xuanwu, who had still gritted his teeth and wanted to learn a little about the song, immediately put the song on the bed with both hands and rubbed the temple of the word: "Where does it hurt? I'll call the doctor. "

Yan Ge held his hand: "No, no, I'll just sleep for a while."

She hugged his arm and closed her eyes: "I'll just sleep for a while, Ajiu, don't leave me."

Her voice was soft and begged.