Male God Please Lie Down

"You haven't finished it!"

Yu Qingming looked at him like this and couldn't help laughing.

"Then you will take a good look tomorrow."

"good!"

"In addition, Feng Mo Han..."

Just now Yu Qingming mentioned Feng Mohan, someone was like a cat when they met an enemy.

"What are you doing!?"

Yu Qingming glared at him.

"No, I just don't like you calling him by name!"

For a man who had a chance for his wife, Zhang Dingtian became more angry as he thought about it before he killed him.

"Perhaps, he used to be a very powerful opponent, but now he is just a person who is not to be feared."

Yu Qingming stood up and put his hands on his shoulders.

Zhang Dingtian looked at her and smiled, then backhanded Yu Qingming into his arms.

She is really her own interpretive flower.

"Qingming... I will give birth to a baby!"

Zhang Dingtian put his head on her collarbone and spoke softly in her ear with a mysterious voice.

"good!"

Yu Qingming nodded and looked at him with a smile.

"Ding Dong-the system prompts that the task is complete, Li Dai Tao Zheng uses OR and does not use it."

"use!"

Ji Qingming chose to use it, and her soul gradually emerged from Yu Qingming's body and returned to the starry sky.

"I think you seem to be stronger!?"

Standing in the starry sky, looking at everything around him, it seemed to be inadvertently, becoming more gorgeous.

Ji Zeya smiled slightly, her aura was different from before.

Ji Qingming looked at her. In the past, when she wore this dress, she felt a little bravado.

But now, I feel...that's right, she is so strong.

"Go on to the next mission!"

Ji Zeya knew that her current ability completely allowed her to do tasks directly without having to rest.

"good!!"

Ji Qingming nodded.

With a light movement of Ji Zeya's finger, a ball of bright white light immediately enveloped Ji Qingming.

Ji Qingming felt that he seemed to be making a roller coaster, flying in the sky, but he knew in his heart that he was safe.

The white light on his body seemed to be elastic.

It flew down all at once, and then fell heavily.

When she opened her eyes, she was lying on the bed, and the phone next to the pillow was slowly playing music.

It's not rushing, and it's very pleasant.

There are no lights in this room, it's dark.

Ji Qingming stretched out his hand, turned on the lamp on one side, and sat up straight.

I looked around, and it was considered a magnificent room. On one wall, there was an oil painting... it looked like it was a wedding photo.

When I walked to the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, touched my face, and looked like the woman in the oil painting just outside.

Obviously, it was herself.

Turning on the faucet, she washed her face, and then went out again.

Walked to the door of the room and locked it up.

She lay on the bed and began to absorb the plot.

The original owner was named Peng Qingming, from a very good family background, and was a cellist.

Her best friend is a singer. When shooting a MV, she needs a cellist to be in the mirror.

Finally, she asked Peng Qingming to help, and Wei Qingming agreed and was willing to help her.