The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

When her emotions stabilized, she looked up to observe the layout of the room.

The gray-toned curtains were drawn tightly, not even a single trace of sunlight could be refracted in.

There was a black carpet on the ground, which he had specially made for him because he was worried that she would fall and get injured.

Except for the snow-white walls, all items are black and gray, making people feel gloomy and depressing.

She rolled over to get up and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, her white and round toes in sharp contrast with the black carpet.

"Whoa-"

He came to the window and opened the curtain, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly shone in, dispelling the darkness of the room.

She happily came to the bathroom with a little tune in her mouth.

When he looked up to see his face in the mirror, the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened slightly.

Clearly upright, youthful, energetic, and full of collagen at an age, but smeared on his face, painted with smoky makeup with gaudy eyes.

She curled her lips in disgust, "Tsk...the taste is really heavy."

She can eat so much even with this face, there is no doubt that A Yuan really loves her.

He took out the makeup remover and was about to wipe it off, but he was stunned for a moment, "Wouldn't he prefer this one?"

Facing this ugly face in his previous life, he could have loved her to the bone for ten years. Could it be that he really had a unique taste?

"Bah, how can I doubt A Yuan?"

He let out a sigh of relief and removed the heavy makeup on his face, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

Black hair and snow skin, white teeth and red lips, eyes with autumn water, and the changes from front to back are like an abyss.

She lowered her head and looked at her **** depressedly, "But...it's too small."

This flat figure is completely incomparable to her previous life.

Mu Changying stretched out her hand and patted her chest comfortingly, "How can you flatten the world if you don't have a flat chest?"

Well, I am flat chested and proud, and I save fabrics for the country.

After clearing up his mood, he walked briskly to the cloakroom, but faced difficulties when facing the clothes in this cabinet.

All the clothes in this place were personally bought by her. They were tattered and nondescript, and she became a hot-eyed killer when you put them on.

Silently holding her forehead, she simply opened Rong Luyuan's wardrobe and pulled out a long white shirt to put it on.

Carefully unbuttoned three buttons, and pulled down the left side of the shirt, revealing the fair shoulders of the beauty.

"Pretty!" Her pink lips were slightly hooked, she snapped her fingers, and ran downstairs with a pair of slippers.

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Rong Luyuan sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed.

He was wearing a black silk nightgown with the straps loosely tied around his waist.

The slender and skeletal fingers were holding a cigarette, and while shaking gently, the ashes fell, and the light ignited.

Mu Changying stood at the entrance of the stairs and swallowed unconsciously.

She had never seen any man smoking as abstinent and attractive as he was.

When his narrow and cold eyes swept across her figure, he immediately snuffed out the cigarette in his hand.

Yingbao doesn't like the smell of smoke.

Rong Luyuan stared gloomily at her bare shoulders, "Where are you going to be dressed like this?"

"I...I didn't plan to..."

She opened her lips lightly, and before she had time to explain, her eyes darkened, casting a shadow.

His big hands clasped her shoulders, then pulled up the clothes, tying them tightly.

"I won't let you meet that dog man."

"If you want to live and fly with him, it's impossible in your next life!"

The anger in his eyes couldn't stop overflowing.

Her initiative last night was to make him lower his guard and run away again.

"…"

Seeing that the carefully matched clothes were made rigid and formal, a mist of water formed in her eyes.

Don't they all say that the color makes the mind faint?

Why doesn't A Yuan understand the style at all?