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Su Yuhuan opened a crack with her closed eyes, swept through the banknotes that were stuck at his fingertips, closed them again, and said lazyly:

“I’m not interested in money.”

Su and Huan are not short of money at all, so how could he give up the bed because of two hundred yuan?

Liang Shangjun frowned depressedly, and his handsome facial features were a little pitiful. He took back the money and took the path of a miserable show:

"Brother Huan, my injury last time has not been completely healed. I have hurt again these days. I have had a night of sleep. I will definitely not be able to move forward any further. Otherwise, I will pay you all the money I won you, how about you let me sleep in the bed?"

The man lying on the big bed was moved.

"If you don't believe me, look, the wound on my body really hurts."

A slight sound came from the room, and Liang Shangjun lifted up his clothes and asked a man to see the Warcraft Elf Lord.[

"Brother Huan, you never competed for bed with me when you were a child..."

Minister Liang was too immersed in the role, and his tall and tall figure stood in front of the big bed and chattered endlessly about Su Yuhuan's kindness to him when he was a child. I don't know if he said it too touchingly or the man on the bed was too tired to listen.

A few minutes later, Su Yuhuan sat up from the bed, stood up with a pillow and quilt in her arms and walked towards the sofa:

"I'm not moved by you, I'm too lazy to listen to your longing. Let you sleep in the bed tonight and return the money you won me."

A successful smile flashed through Liang Shangjun's eyes, and he answered happily, "Okay", and slept happily on the big bed. Even with a thin blanket, it was more comfortable than the sofa.

**

The next day's journey was to burn incense and make wishes in a temple in a small county town.

Xia Chun was pulled by Liang Shangjun and knelt on the soft cushion. He let go of her hand, folded his hands together with devout look, and looked at the Bodhisattva in front of him.

"Chuchun, do you know what wish I want to make?"

He looked sideways, his eyes narrowing her.

Xia Chun shook her head, the faint fragrance lingers at the tip of her nose, and her heart is peaceful and quiet because of the music in the temple.

Liang Shangjun was attracted by the tranquility between her eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes were clear and soft. He was stunned for a moment. His sexy mouth raised slightly. He turned his head, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, closed his eyes devoutly, opened his thin lips and made a wish softly:

"I hope the Bodhisattva will bless me not to be locked out of the door by my wife again."

Xia Chun suddenly raised her eyes and couldn't help but look at the handsome side face of the man beside her. This man is really unique, and his wishes are so special.

Feeling her gaze, Liang Shangjun opened her eyes and turned her head. Her deep eyes locked her gaze like a pool, and her words spit out thin lips were gentle and powerful, which was undeniable:[

"Pure, is it OK?"

Xia Chun's heart trembled slightly.

His big palm with clear joints grabbed her little hand and rubbed it gently. A hand that seemed to extend out of his eyes as tender as water, tightly grasped her heart, and he couldn't help but nodded:

"good."

Liang Shangjun's mouth raised, and the satisfied smile spread out from his handsome face, lit up his deep eyes, and leaned over her forehead and kissed her happily:

"Chu Chun, you promised not to keep me outside the door in front of the Bodhisattva. Do you know if you have to keep your word?"

Xia Chun chuckled lightly, the warmth on his lips remained on her forehead, but her heart was full of occupied by this man. It was just a joke to lock him outside before, and it was not really annoyed at him.

The hand he held in his palm moved slightly, and it was linked to his fingers. She blinked playfully, straightened her back, turned her head, faced the Bodhisattva, and made a promise:

"I promise that I will never keep my husband outside the door again, at most let him sleep in the sand... Um..."

Before she could finish her words, her red lips were suddenly gambled by two familiar and gentle lips, and her eyes, which were like water, suddenly enlarged. Liang Shangjun, the rogue man, actually kissed her in front of the Bodhisattva just to stop her from saying things to let him sleep on the sofa.

"Chongchun, if you dare to lock me outside the room again in the future, I will let you not get out of bed for three days, do you know?"

After the kiss, he did not forget to whisper a soft warning in her ear.

Xia Chun's face turned red like a ripe tomato. When she looked up, she saw Ouyang Moyi and others watching there at some time. Everyone was smiling ambiguously. She blushed and her heart beat again. She couldn't help but stare at the strongest man next to her.

That night, Liang Shangjun learned his lesson. No matter what excuse Xia Chun used, he followed her without hesitation.

During the day, he promised not to lock him out of the door in the temple. Xia Chun thought that he would not have a foul if he went to another room to sleep at night?

After dinner, Ouyang Moyi and others still gathered in Liang Shangjun and Xia Chun's room to play. At 10 o'clock, Liang Shangjun began to drive people away. After he finished walking, he whistled with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Wife, I'll go and put bath water for you, you can coax Yiting to bed first."

Liang Shangjun not only guarded his wife, but the rooms he lives in today all have cribs. When he put his son in the crib at night, he could roll and linger on the spacious big bed with his wife.

Xia Chun sat on the sofa and fed her son breastfeeding. Liang Shangjun whistled into the bathroom to put water in his mind. He fantasized about taking a bath with Chun Chun for a while. He first lingered in this bathroom and then returned to the passionate scenes on the big bed. His little gentleman stood with his head held high in his fantasy...

"Wife, the water is ready."

A few minutes later, when Liang Shangjun came out of the bathroom with a bright mind, he found that there was no wife and son in the huge room. His eyes suddenly changed, and his handsome smile froze:

"Pure!"

He raised his voice and shouted twice, searching the room, but there was still no Xia Chun.

"Bad girl, let's see how I catch you and deal with you."

It seems like I have calculated the time correctly, and the message sounds two times.

He took out his cell phone depressedly, and it was a message from Xia Chun: Husband, I will allow you to lock me and my son outside the room tonight, I wish you a good dream.

Gripping his teeth hard, Liang Shangjun called back and a cold reminder sound came from his ear: Sorry, the user you dialed has turned off!

**

"Chuchun, I'll see how you escape from my palm tonight."

On the morning of the fourth day, Liang Shangjun said to Xia Chun, his handsome facial features were cold, and his deep eyes were sharp and firm.

He wanted to see how capable this little girl was and whether she could escape from him every night.

Xia Chun smiled brightly as a flower, took the initiative to kiss him on the face, and then said to his son with a smile:

"Yiting, kiss my dad good morning and say good morning to dad."

"If I can escape tonight, would you give me a reward?"

Today, Xia Chun was wearing a red mid-length sweater, black tread pants and a pair of exquisite and elegant ground boots. Her black hair was tied loosely with a ribbon. Her whole body was charming and lazy. Her smiling eyes were full of brilliance, like a blooming rose, making people want to pick it...destroy it!

Liang Shangjun raised a deep smile, hugged her son from her arms, stretched out a big palm, raised her chin with her slender and clean fingertips, and raised her eyebrows:

"Wife, if you run away tonight, I will give you a month off and guarantee that you won't touch you within a month."

Xia Chun smiled, and a light of confidence flashed in her clear eyes.

"But if you lose, just pack yourself in bed obediently and don't think about playing again for three days."

Hearing this, Xia Chun couldn't help but have a cold war. This man is so terrible.

For the January holiday, Xia Chun fought for the refining heaven in another world!

She is not alone, she has a team behind her, and all three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang, let alone the four extremely smart women.

Liang Shangjun's defense this time was more tight. From the moment they made a bet, his eyes kept following Xia Chun and prevented her from going out of her sight.

Even when she went to the bathroom, he followed her.

Maybe God wants him to lose.

On the way back for a day, a bus in front collided with a large truck. The car they were on was forced to stop. Liang Shangjun, Ouyang Moxuan and others rushed up as soon as possible out of professional habits.

The passengers on the bus suffered varying degrees of injuries, and the driver was bleeding. Before the ambulance and police arrived, Liang Shangjun and others calmly and wisely carried out rescue operations.

Xia Chun and others got out of the car with their children. Seeing Liang Shangjun and the others busy rescued the injured passengers, they couldn't help themselves. After discussing, they got on the car one after another, leaving four men who were doing justice and returning to the hotel.

When Liang Shangjun and the others rushed back to the hotel after finishing their rescue, there was no sign of Xia Chun.

When the phone was connected, Xia Chun's brisk voice came softly:

"Gentleman, the game is over, I won. Don't forget to promise mine that you are not allowed to act like a hooligan within a month."

Liang Shangjun was willing to accept the loss and agreed:

"Okay, Chunchun, I promise you that you won't be a hooligan for a month. Let me tell you where you are now."

**

A month is a long time.

Especially when living a monk's life, it's even longer.

Since Liang Shangjun made that promise wrongly during his trip, he spent every day in the alternation of ice and fire. His little gentleman endured cruel torture because of the mistakes he made.

After a rain, the weather gradually became colder.

Xia Chun went to his warm arms every night, holding the soft jade and warm fragrance, but couldn't eat or move. Liang Shangjun, a man with strong spirit, was not Liu Xiahui, and his little gentleman immediately saluted his head as soon as he was next to Xia Chun.

"Husband, don't cheat."

If you can't eat, you can hold it and rub it down. However, when his little gentleman was as enthusiastic as fire, the woman in his arms immediately reminded him.

"Wife, how long will it take for a month?"

He asked depressedly, his voice hoarse, his sexy thin lips pressed against her sensitive earlobes. As he spoke, he took the opportunity to stroke her white and slender legs with his big hands.

The woman in her arms twisted and slapped off his claws with dissatisfaction:

"There are twenty days left, gentlemen, men and men, keep their word."

She looked up, her little face was close to him. Under the dark and soft light, her breath was as bright as orchids and her eyes were as charming as silk. He felt a palpitation in his heart, and he couldn't help but hold the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed the two delicate and soft lips hard.

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