Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

A Zhao exclaimed: This is on the street!

However, although the people around him were amazed, they quickly laughed and even whistled.

Ling Xiao’s demonstrations glared at the hawker, holding A Zhao, and returning to his own small courtyard in the attention of the people.

A woman who lives in the next courtyard is drying things, and she laughs and laughs.

A Zhao buried her face in Ling Xiao’s arms, and she felt that she had no face to see anyone.

"砰", the yard was smashed by Ling Xiao, and the servants of the house were also rushed to the front yard by Ling Xiao.

Azhao was finally a little uneasy at this moment.

She grabbed Ling Xiao’s clothes and whispered, “They don’t have any bad thoughts...”

Ling Xiao laughed: "I know."

This place is simple and open, and those who send Azhao things simply like her to look good.

I really have to have a bad thought, how can he just look at it with a glance.

Azhao’s big eyes: “You know it!”

"Knowing to know, not telling or not happy."

"Your men are really recruiting people. Chen wants to lock you in this room and not let others see it..." When he said this, Azhao had been placed on the soft collapse of the house.

Yes, they all shouted, and it was obviously vinegar.

When Azhao heard such a threat, he was relieved.

Holding the clothes of Ling Xiao did not let go, A Zhao took the initiative to kiss him on his lips: "The generals are really stingy, and in the eyes of Ming Ming, there is only one general."

Ling Xiao laughed: "This mouth is really sweet..."

Sweet, he wants to try it.

Du Laofu's old wife, A Zhao did not talk about those restraints.

She leaned up to bear the sly kiss, one hand holding his waist, one hand running down the placket, and slid into his waist, feeling the muscles that were very tight.

Ling Xiao panted.

He bowed his head and the burning breath drowned her: "Azhao, Azhao..."

One piece of clothes fell to the ground, and the beauty of the soft fall bloomed with the beauty of his own.

At the moment of sinking, both of them sighed.

Ling Xiao touched his wife's smooth and fragrant skin, which made him love his skin. While holding her waist, people were closer to themselves.

Azhao looked up to his enthusiasm, between floating and sinking, and heard someone biting his ear:

"A Zhao, give birth to a child for me?"

"……it is good."

one year later.

Mrs. Ling, who is far away from Qijing, received a letter.

She burned after reading the letter and didn't tell anyone.

Half a month later, the general's wife, Mrs. Ling, took a few confidants and was ready to leave the family and go back to the ancestral home to go to the old age.

The regular dignitaries are very understanding, and they are very pitiful. This old lady who has been strong for a lifetime.

The only son who is together with his Majesty is always able to see it. It is now good, and even the figure is gone.

She is once again rich and beautiful, it is also lonely, it is better to return to the ancestral home, at least some relatives in the family can also be.

However, no one knows that the old lady’s carriage went all the way to her hometown, but she did not stop at all. Instead, she turned a corner and went all the way to the northwest.

In the eyes of the outsiders, Mrs. Ling, who is alone and alone, is sitting in the carriage at this moment:

Her son, daughter-in-law, and cute little granddaughter are waiting for themselves!

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3 more.

Today, there are only 3 more, and tomorrow 5 will make up for it.

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