The words are motionless.

Cao Zizhen raised his head slightly and looked at Yan Ge's eyebrows. His fingers touched the corners of her eyes: "Yeah, it's all like this, don't cry. When Xu Yan cries, everything is gone."

But without saying a word, he said, "I still can't bear to cry anymore. I hate women crying the most. If I'm tired, I won't get it."

He embraced Yange with both hands, hugged the person in his arms, and sat on the stool with the opportunity. He just held Yange so tightly that Yange's body could only cling to him.

"Well, my second brother just barely saw your body. Why don't you shout at people? It's so distressing for you to be so sullen."

Yan Ge slightly raised his head and looked at him.

There are not many intersections between the hosts of previous lives and this Cao Ziyi.

Although this man climbed very high, but later died in a battle, he was accustomed to catching people's hearts, and as a result of his death, his resources were cheaper for his elder brother Cao Zijian.

But until Cao Zi's death, there was no unnecessary intersection between the host and him, let alone the current situation.

In this case, Yange is actually a bit square.

After entering the plane, most people in the plane will follow the original trajectory, unless affected by the butterfly effect.

But she has just entered this plane, even if there is a butterfly effect.

This man will not be affected so much at all.

So, why?

Yange calmed down from the turmoil and anger from the beginning.

She ignored his preparedness, and touched his chin with his fingers without shaving clean scum: "How old are you this year?"

Cao Zizhen didn't say anything. The woman was just like a hedgehog just now, but now she was nestled in his arms like a cat. Too tame, besides being tame, she seemed to be having fun as a fun toy.

This made him slightly uncomfortable.

Yange poked at his tall nose: "What? You don't know how old you are?"

"Twenty-one." Cao Zizhen reached out to catch Yan Ge's finger, but Yan Ge avoided it.

She was pinching his neck, but her fingers were pressing his knot as if playing: "I am the same age as me? Letting you call me a lifetime is a bit wronged, yes, when is your birthday?"

He rolled his throat, looking at the eyelids and water flowing around her eyes as he looked at him, holding his hands around her waist and pressing her tightly on herself.

He stared at her eyes gradually, his voice hoarse and asked her, "What do you ask so much for?"

She seemed to be unaware of his abnormality, and her voice was beautiful: "It's my birthday for you next year, after all, like a mother."

His hand went up from her waist, felt her softness, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Today is my birthday, how do you plan to celebrate?"

Yan Ge bowed his head and took a bite of his chin: "If your second brother wakes up and sees me like this, will your gun be aimed at him?"

He kissed him on the cheek of Yange: "Isn't my gun right now?"

Yange raised his hand, his strength was not too big, he slapped his cheek, and said, "What nonsense, please help me put on my clothes. If your elder brother wakes up and sees me like this, I will be dead. My heart will have it. "

Yan Ge looked at it clearly, Cao Zixuan's anger flashed.

Men are beaten by women, especially men mixed in the army, such as Cao Ziyi, who must be very masculine. The slap of words is poking at his lower limit.