The Big Landlord

In the morning, the sun came in through the window.

When An Ziran woke up and was already approaching, the room was so bright that he just opened his eyes and picked it up. He usually got up when he was not there, and he was tired last night.

The squeaking sound of the door opened from the outside. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black stalker walking in. He couldn’t see what he was thinking from his expression, but his relaxed walking gesture showed that he was clear at the moment. I am so refreshed, I still have some sour body in my heart, and my heart is not happy.

"Wang, you are awake."

Fu Wutian came over and followed him into the two rings, holding the washing things in his hands, and letting him go down after being put down.

The two ankle rings were very self-conscious and did not even look up.

An Ziran watched Fu Wutian go to the basin, wring the towel inside, and then walked over to him, and said before he spoke: "I come."

When I said that I would sit up from the bed, except for the robe of the wedding dress, the other ones were properly dressed, and there would be no coincidence of the spring glory. An Ziran took the wet towel from Fu Wutian’s hand. Start washing.

Fu Wutian quietly stared at him, Wang Hao, who showed a stubborn look.

An Ziran knows that Fu Wutian is watching himself. He can only ignore the gaze that moves up in his body, wash it in the shortest time, and then change a new set of clothes.

The new clothes were taken in one of the boxes that Ge Qian’an brought to him when he gave him a wedding dress. The inside is made according to his size. It is better than his own clothes. The most important thing is that it is very soft and comfortable to wear. Otherwise, he will definitely throw this box of clothes into the corner. As for Fu Wutian, why would he know his size? He doesn't want to think about it at all.

An Ziran picked out a set of blue brocade embroidered with dark purple clouds from the box and looked at Fu Wutian: "I have to change clothes. Can I trouble the prince to go out for a while?"

"Wang Hao, we are husband and wife." Fu Wutian calmly stated.

An Ziran’s eyebrows are picking up, and he is not flustered: “There is privacy between husband and wife.”

Fu Wutian did not expect that he could still refute, his Wang Haokou seems to be good, and sighed with conviction: "Wang Hao said that it makes sense, then the king is waiting for you outside."

Looking at the back of his turn and going outside, An Ziran unexpectedly said that he would talk so well this time.

He found that the more people know Fu Futian, the more difficult it is to find this man. Sometimes you will think that he will be embarrassing you, but he is unexpectedly good to talk, sometimes his attitude is tough and irresistible.

He suddenly regretted the original decision.

To get rid of these obviously late thoughts, An Ziran took off his thick wedding dress and put on the slightly more complicated brocade on his hand. When he first arrived here, he used to have a headache for the clothes here because There are too many programs, buttons and tethers, and there are a lot of clothes inside and out, and they are mostly cumbersome.

When he heard the crisp sound of the curtain hit, Fu Wutian turned.

At first sight, I saw Anziran, which was more refreshed under the blue brocade, but the whole was destroyed by his hair.

The teenager is obviously not good at tying his hair. He just tied it into a bundle and then fixed it with a headband. The technique was rough, and some messy hair fell down his cheek. This appearance could not go out to see people.

Fu Wutian pulled his hand and went back.

An Ziran didn't talk. From the moment he noticed that Fu Wutian's line of sight paused on his hair for a while. At first glance, he knew that his hair was not well tied.

He had to admit that he would not take care of his hair.

He actually likes short hair more than long hair. If it is too short to cut into short hair, and does not know what effect it has, he has already cut his hair.

Fu Wutian put him in front of the mirror, took off his headband and scattered his hair, then picked up the comb and helped him comb his hair. Don't look at him as a pure man, his hands are used to get a knife and a gun. Fu Wutian is actually a meticulous heart. People, in the military camp for more than ten years, life has already been able to exercise everything.

An Ziran saw a pair of hands on his head with a yellow bronze mirror.

Fu Wutian is too tall, although the size of the bronze mirror is relatively large, but it is not his height, so he can only see himself from the bronze mirror.

"Okay." Fu Wutian's mellow voice interrupted his cranky thoughts.

An Ziran's attention shifted back to the bronze mirror, and he saw his appearance suddenly stunned.

Fu Wutian did not completely bundle his hair, and some of it was draped over his shoulder. The hair band that was bundled was not the one he had chosen before, but the light blue gemstone that was matched with his clothes. The hoop, the jewel in the middle sparkles with bright brilliance, looks particularly delicate, and makes his face more beautiful.

"Wang Hao is so beautiful!"

Fu Wutian bent down his body, and the handsome face finally appeared in the bronze mirror.

When An Ziran returned to God, he immediately stood up and stood up. When he walked to the curtain of the bead, he turned and said to Fu Wutian, who was still standing in front of the bronze mirror: "Is not going fast?"

Fu Wutian followed the words.

Wang Hao, this king has seen the uncomfortable feeling on your face.

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1. There is one more behind.

2, today is the 21st, the pro, we have a good day of olive branch, everyone gives some strength, I found that you do not love me.

3, recommend a good friend of a book, the title of the book "Little 倌"