After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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In the middle of the night, there is undisguised rich emotion and suppressed love.

He kissed her lips again and again. She only planned to separate her for a few days. She just wanted to get some things back, so that she would not have to work so hard, but the dragon, who had always been used to walking alone in the night, now became Greedy but not contented.

I can't bear it.

He stood up, put on the clothes she bought him, and long fingers tied with white fur, like an invincible general in armor.

He moved very lightly and tucked her away, as she has done for him countless times.

On the table are the cute nests and the papers and pens she used to record. Mr. Long spread out a little and wanted to leave some pens and ink to tell her that he will come back soon. He spread out two of the pages and wanted to find a blank , But then glimpsed her Junxiu's font in the corner of a page of paper-

"Mr. Dragon, you are such a good dragon."

A line of small characters is mixed in the analysis of material impurities in Muwanwan, which is completely different from other content.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and a flutter of confusion flooded his heart, and Mr. Long's cheeks with black and red lines instantly turned red.

It has been a while since I saw ink.

Then...

Does it mean that the lady already knows that those Ling Zhi were not damaged by Mao Chiu?

The panic on the face, the heart pounding, countless reasonable guesses are about to make Mr. Long shy into a braised dragon_(:з」∠)_

She has known for a long time, she has known for a long time that he is awake, then did she know the things he did at night?

Jun Long's face was flushed, his wide palms covering his cheeks, and only a pair of plush ears exposed outside seemed to be leaking the master's inner throbbing, shaking back and forth.

The blood seemed to be boiling, she knew it, she knew it.

But even so, she was still so gentle, completely considering his mood, has not pierced him, just silently and silently tolerate him.

Perhaps all the luck of his life was spent on meeting her.

The eyes full of restraint could not restrain the turbulent love like the flooding of the embankment. A dark smile came from the dark house, and Mengmeng was directly awakened.

It opened its big eyes, pedaled its small legs, and turned dexterously, and jumped onto the table. It met a dragon's golden eyes, and his hair was blown up.

This dragon is terrible. Bacheng is crazy. He has a terrible smile on his face. The smile is terrible. The eyes are still rubbing golden light, ah, scaring the baby!

"Hush." ​​Mr. Long watched Mao Chiu crying, and his eyes quickly gripped its bright yellow beak. His mood was so good, his voice hushed, hoarsely, "Man, cry."

Mengmeng looked at him with a wavy eye.

Mr. Long looked at it pitifully, the hair on his head was bald, and he was a lot uglier than before, but he still didn't feel soft at all. His fingertips flashed a little light, and he clicked on the head of Mao Chiu, "I'm not here For a few days, protect the bends."

Mengmeng only felt that a terrible dragon was stuffing a lot of things into his tiny head, and two thin legs kicked and fainted.

Mr. Long tilted his lips, squeezed the pen, blushing and writing on the paper.