青草视频在线观看

  When Tan Anjun heard about the wooden landlord in Taoshu Village, his face suddenly showed contempt and disdain.

She patted her buttocks angrily, and said with a smile: "My husband has such a handsome appearance, tall and straight figure, the lady is willing to let my husband compare with that bug, and I feel heartbroken for this husband. You don\'t have to." Comfort me, comfort me and I will not forgive you."

  Yang Lan\'er: "..." Master, what kind of trouble is this? Drama online?

  She always felt that something was wrong?

   "Miss, you are so cruel that you don\'t comfort me." Seeing his little wife frowning and thinking, Tan Anjun hurriedly shouted in grief.

  The arrogance of the general, the demeanor of a son, the dignity of a man, all go to hell, nothing is as important as a lady.

  Yang Lan\'er froze, pushed her head away from her shoulders, and exhaled in her ear like a jet.

   Tan Anjun rubbed his head against his young wife\'s neck, and said sadly: "My lady, in your mind, is your husband the same kind of person as Namu Landlord?"

Yang Lan\'er was slightly stunned, she was just talking nonsense, not comparing him with that fat pig wood, she didn\'t dare to imagine that Xianggong grows into a fat pig wood..., she shivered suddenly, she couldn\'t think of rushing to shake her head, and throw this thought out One hundred and eight thousand miles.

   "Lady..."

Yang Lan\'er couldn\'t stand Tan Anjun\'s tiresome pestering, so she held Tan Anjun\'s cheek and kissed him, and coaxed him softly: "My husband is extraordinary in appearance, amazingly talented, and while talking and laughing, the mast and scull are wiped out in ashes, and the iron-blooded general who makes the enemy fearful , How can it be compared with that villain."

  Tan Anjun was very satisfied with the consolation of his little wife, and took a bite of her neck forcefully, "stamped it,"

  Hey, why doesn\'t his wife take the initiative to use sweet words to make him happy? It has to be tuned in from time to time.

  Yang Lan\'er felt a slight pain in the neck bitten by him. With a hiss, she pushed the man\'s head away and said angrily, "How can you bite people casually? Could it be that you belong to a dog? You were reborn in the wrong birth?"

   Tan Anjun lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a dangerous voice: "What did you say? Say it again!"

   Raising both arms slightly, the little wife turned around and sat on his lap facing each other.

  The two confronted each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Yang Lan\'er\'s nose was full of his clear breath, his eyes rolled, and he changed the subject: "Master, how much land does this wooden landlord have? Is he rich?"

   It should be because the family is strong enough to support so many concubines. If not, wouldn\'t the family be empty? According to her understanding, this wooden landlord is not a prodigal son.

Tan Anjun\'s throat choked when he heard the words, and he couldn\'t help but think about how much money Landlord Mu had. After thinking for a while, he shook his head: "I don\'t know exactly how much, but one thing is certain, that is, it is not as rich as your man. This lady can rest assured."

   After finishing speaking, he patted her on the shoulder.

Yang Lan\'er\'s body froze, this guy is really thick-skinned, he always put gold on his face, he changed his tone of embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Master, do you want to take out the fruit tree we dug last time, let Zeng Qingsheng and the others Plant it."

Tan Anjun was startled when he heard the words, and his thoughts sank into the ring. He took out a basket of loquats and asked the little wife to put them in the ring, and said with a smile, "You can take some out from time to time to eat with the children. Madam, last time you said stuffed bayberry Wine, will you?"

  Yang Lan\'er smiled and shook her head: "I don\'t know how to brew, but I\'ve heard of it, so you can try it."

   "My lady is right, you can try it." Tan Anjun rubbed her head and said with a doting smile.

   "I hate it! Don\'t always mess with my hairstyle." Yang Lan\'er slapped his big hand away angrily.

   "Hehe, it\'s messed up. I\'ll help you hold it for my husband. Xiaoman leans on his waist and combs his hair in the mirror." Tan Anjun teased and chuckled lightly.

  (end of this chapter)