After coming down from the roof, the south was behind the phoenix song. "Boss, this time I must follow you tightly, I can't repeat the things of my last life. It's because I didn't follow you behind, you were only able to take the last chance!"

Feng Chu songs heard the sound, and the footsteps were slightly.

She picked up her throat and sighed.

Seven years... It’s been a long time, and she’s almost forgotten her death in her previous life.

However, no matter how it changes, some things can’t change anymore, just like the South’s sorrow, that is, the little worry of the past.

Feng Chuge's lips and corners raised a trace of curvature.

"Well, we are gone."

Two days later, as South said, she said that this time, she must follow the Fengchu song.

The degree of this "tightness" has already made the emperor a **** face.

Eat and sleep, the South is almost inseparable from the Fengchu song, and even more annoying is that this South is far from worry, almost not afraid of the imperial dust!

On this day, in the courtyard, the South is away from the sorrow and sits on the edge of the Fengchu song, and massages her shoulders for her. "Boss, you said how you are so fast, you must be a mother soon."

"Don't ask me, you ask him." Feng Chuge's line of sight shot to the side of the black face and sitting alone on the side of the imperial dust.

"Hey, woman, it’s really hard, marry, pregnant, having children, so many troubles have to be experienced, and men, just sprinkle a seed. Dad, I really sympathize with you, I used to think that you In this life, I will be free and easy, and I will find a man so quickly. Do you know that marriage is the grave of love..."

The South is far from worrying. After the Fengchu song, it can be swayed. The imperial dust on the side of the emperor does not understand her words, but I know that this is not a good thing.

His knives-like eyes fell on the south of the worries, hiding from the south and hiding behind Feng Chu. "Boss, your man wants that eye to eat me, you can't see the color forget friends!"

Feng Chuge smirked out loudly. She looked at the emperor's dust and shook her head.

At this time, there was a maid walking outside. "Several people, slaves come to give you food."

"Well, let go." Feng Chu song faint.

After the maid left, Feng Chu sang his hand on the claws on her shoulders in the south, and went back to the south with sorrow. Feng Chuge stood up and said, "Go, eat, go hungry." ""

Taking advantage of the empty space of Fengchu song, the dusty body of the emperor flashed like a lightning bolt to the side of Fengchu song. One hand clung tightly to the waist of Fengchu song, then turned around, and the cold eyes swept south. After leaving the worry, he gently stroked the abdomen of Fu Feng Chu Ge, and then went forward with Feng Chuge, completely ignoring the posture of the South.

South from the worry behind him, snorted. "Cut, the boss is spending a lot of time with me than with you!"

Going forward, Nan Yuwei opened the lunch box, and picked up a dish and sent it to the mouth, but he heard the sound of Fengchu song. "Slow!"

At the same time, the food on her chopsticks was suddenly knocked down!

"Boss, what's wrong?" South looked away from the sorrowful look of the serious Fengchu song, asked.

Feng Chuge did not talk much, just explored these meals a few times, and finally, she sneered. "Meals, toxic!"