The Guy Who is Going To Wear This Girl is Poisonous

As soon as the sound fell, the door was pushed open by both hands.

The man walked in with long legs wrapped in a cold wind.

A Beiyang warlord's uniform, handsome, black army boots on his feet gleaming with coldness, and the coat on his body is dusty.

Under the sword eyebrows are a pair of eyes that are as bright as cold stars.

Before the person came, he first pressed a **** suffocation that only came out of the pile of corpses. No wonder the original owner had the illusion of smelling blood in the previous bridal chamber.

Even if Chunyue stayed in this house for two years, she would unconsciously shake every time she saw Zhang Yuhe, and bowed her head respectfully and said, "Master Inspector."

"Um."

After answering, Zhang Yuhe looked at Liu Huanjiao who was looking straight at him with some surprises. There was no trace of fear in her eyes, even if it was deliberately disguised like others.

Is she not afraid of him anymore?

During Zhang Yuhe's scrutiny, Liu Huanjiao stood up and said, "Chunyue, go and close the door."

And she came over, met Zhang Yuhe's gaze, and smiled, "Marshal, can I take off your coat for you?"

Zhang Yuhe raised his eyebrows lightly, raised his chin slightly, and responded, "Yes."

Liu Huanjiao is not short, but he can stand with Zhang Yuhe only on his chest. She raised her white fingers that were not touched by the sun and fell on Zhang Yuhe's chest.

"Squeak."

When the door was closed by Chunyue, Liu Huanjiao had already unbuttoned her coat, and her fingertips touched the golden button of Zhang Yuhe's military uniform, which was cold and hard.

As if there was life, she was desperately absorbing the warmth of her body.

The buttons are so cold, can people still be warm?

Liu Huanjiao lowered her eyes slightly, stood on tiptoe and lowered her coat from Zhang Yuhe's shoulders, looking at her posture as if she wanted to hug him.

She didn't touch her, but warmth came from her body and wrapped him tightly.

Liu Huanjiao's gaze crossed his exposed neck without Feng Ji buckle, and asked, "Great handsome, isn't it cold?"

Her breath fluttered against his softly sliding Adam's apple.

Warm and moist.

Fluttering like a butterfly in the palm of your hand.

Liu Huanjiao had already wrapped his warm coat on one side, looked up again, looked at Zhang Yuhe, who was a little lost, and asked, "Marshal? What's the matter?"

That's it... Was he picked up?

Zhang Yuhe was sharper and smarter than Liu Huanjiao thought, his eyes condensed, and Liu Huanjiao's gaze was intertwined, his thin lips suddenly aroused a smile.

"This handsome is indeed very cold. I wonder how the wife can help this handsome to keep warm?"

Liu Huanjiao stood steadily, holding her clothes like a virtuous little wife welcoming her husband home, and asked the other person, "How can I help you?"

Zhang Yuhe pretended to think carefully, and said: "I heard those storytellers say that it's best to warm people up. I don't know what my wife thinks?"

To warm people up?

Yo, molesting me?

When I was afraid of you, when I didn't see the ridicule in your eyes?

Liu Huanjiao's complexion remained unchanged, but her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she had been thinking about it seriously, "Marshal, Huanjiao thought that it would be better to warm a person by holding a hand warmer."

"Spring Moon."

Liu Huanjiao called to Chunyue, who was standing at the door, and instructed, "Go get another hand warmer and warm your hands for the inspector."

As soon as Chunyue answered, Zhang Yuhe said, "No, I have it."

"Yes?"

Liu Huanjiao didn't know what she wanted, Zhang Yuhe grabbed her hand at once, and the bitter cold came, shocking her subconsciously to take it back, "hiss."

And Zhang Yuhe smiled, especially the eyes, the smile was so thick that it seemed to overflow, but his hands kept squeezing her hands tightly.

Also changed to a grip, and finally the fingers interlocked.

Holding the struggling Liu Huanjiao, she smiled and said, "Madam, this handsome is warm now."