Quick Transmigrating Second Female Lead’s Counterattack

The two weather colors of Ye Hao are very bad, and the original well-maintained appearance is also obviously awkward.

The suffocation between the eyebrows has not been dissipated, which is almost always a well-known thing, why is it like this.

It must be Zheng Xunqi, the ghost of the monk, or how it would be so coincidental.

Zheng Honghai has been devastated in these days, and it has no effect at all.

If you want to ruin the contract or destroy the contract, you will still pump money, even if he promises N benefits, it has no effect.

Once again, I tried to call myself a day when I didn’t want to call it, and then I remembered that I still have a daughter.

He is responsive to Zheng Xunyi since he was a child, and he has not treated her badly. She will definitely help her.

I don't know where the confidence comes. After Zheng Honghai heard the person's place, he directly found the shepherd.

It wasn't long before Muze finished the massage. In the living room, Bi Yanbo said something about the store, and was interrupted by the news brought by the butler.

"Let him come in." Zheng Jia's confused account, he thought she would like to personally come back.

She is right, he did investigate.

I also pulled out the things of the year, and after reading the results, he was also surprised.

I did not expect that there would be such a shameless person, but still lively and chic.

He didn't know if she knew about it, but she was definitely not stupid.

Zheng Honghai came in behind the butler and saw the man sitting on the wheel at a glance.

Even if he is a waste, no one dares to look down on it.

Especially when it comes to the eyes that are deep and bottomless, it makes people feel cold and cold.

The pressure on him is very heavy. Without a foundation, he can't resist it.

"Mr. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I heard that the little girl is here and wants to meet her.”

Zheng Honghai piled up a flattering smile, and his eyes flashed his calculations.

Zheng Xunyu can get the attention of Muze, it is so good, so they can follow the Zheng family.

Muze looked up and down the other side, did not shout, did not speak, just look at it.

The heart of Zheng Honghai’s heart was also chilling, and he was careful to ask.

"Shepherd... shepherd... shepherd, isn’t the little girl doing something bad, is it troublesome for you?"

While talking about the cold sweat on his forehead, the heart is anxious.

What exactly did Zheng Xunzhen do, how to make this uncle look like this.

Is his decision to come here today wrong?

Bi Yanbo also knows that some gossips, although not particularly clear, do not prevent him from having a good impression of the person in front of him.

"She is resting, what is going on." Muze asked coldly.

To be honest, he did not want her to meet with the Zheng family. They were too dirty to be worthy of her.

Zheng Honghai’s pupil couldn’t help but shrink, and he had a small abacus in his heart.

It seems that the other party does not dislike his daughter. On the contrary, it should be very valued.

Especially the sentence is still sleeping... What does this mean?

It’s still sleeping at noon, and it’s not normal to see how it looks.

As a man, his daughter is indeed a true-looking country, and it is inevitable to think a little more.

"Mr. General, the little girl has not returned home for a few days, I am worried about her."

"I have been looking for a long time before I heard that she is here, so I looked over and looked at it."

On that day, I was still very aggressive and asked the herdsmen to repent. Now the situation is stronger than the people. He can only bow his head.

The cold air in Muze’s eyes was repeated for a moment: “She’s fine, now that you know, you can go back.”

Old things, what thoughts in my heart, I thought he didn't know.

Those things she should not know, will stain her ears.

Zheng Honghai’s face changed, what does this animal husband mean? Don’t he want to let him see Zheng Xun?

How is this going, he came to see her today.

If you can't get the help of Zheng Xunyu, then what should Zheng do?

Damn, I’m blaming Ye Hao for that woman, if not how she will come to this step.

"The butler sent the guests." Muze did not give Zheng Honghai time to think about the West, directly open.

The housekeeper politely stepped forward and asked people to go out. Zheng Honghai stood at the gate of the shepherd's house, and his face was scared.

After a slam, he turned and left.

Looking for a cold eye on the second floor window, Zheng Honghai, this is just the beginning.

I really didn't think so, I couldn't take it anymore, I don't know how long you will last.

Packing up yourself and going downstairs, seeing the two people in the living room are not the same, do not know what to do.

"Do you have any feeling of enthusiasm?" After the question, the search was only reflected, as if it was wrong, and explained quickly.

"I mean, after you have finished your massage, do you feel that there is heat flowing in the meridians?"

Muze put down the teacup in her hand and smiled and waved at her.

"Looking for this is not the case, just call me Muze or Ze."

The smile of the voice is like a hot summer call, melting the cold of the whole winter.

Looking for a silent sigh in the heart, every time I heard the voice of the man, I felt differently.

But every time it makes her involuntarily want to indulge, this feeling is too strange but too natural.

Just... male, are we so familiar?

Is it your name, and there is still a grazing, and what is a ghost? _(:зゝ∠)_

She felt that she had fallen into a strange circle, really.

It is inexplicable to be attracted to this person in front of you, no matter what the other party does.

But every time she is the kind of being led, there is no intention to refute or resist.

This is really too strange and strange, strange to her serious and serious attention.

Because, she found that, in the face of him, she was subconsciously accommodating, to follow his heart.

If there is a different performance that makes itself like this, then it must be only her own husband.

"Ma Ze." It doesn't matter if she can't figure it out. She still has time.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he sat down on the sofa next to the man, and put his hand on his leg and pinched it.

Muze looks a bit stiff because of her movements.

Not worried, not refusing to touch.

Instead, he clearly felt the temperature coming from the slender palms.

When he was in the massage, he only occasionally felt it.

Very shallow, almost negligible.

But at this moment, he can't lie to himself, and the feeling on his legs is very clear.

Although it is intermittent, it is definitely much stronger than before.

Somewhere he is waking up is the best explanation.

Looking down, watching the white hand that has not left his legs, the face is full of inscrutable hungry wolf smile.

As if I have seen the most beautiful cuisine in the world, I am waiting for the best time to cook.

Then swallow it in one fell swoop and don't give the other party any chance to escape.

Completely occupying it.