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8, witch head 2

In a wine shop in Zhongzhou in 2011, in a small booth near the corner, a handsome young man with a gentle expression on his face was sneezing incessantly, and a young and beautiful woman was leaning softly against him.

, the stunning woman with a charming face was patting his back. The fit between the two made them look like pure lovers who had known each other for many years.

In fact, it is not difficult to tell from the woman's words and deeds that she must have come from the kind of place where men are willing to throw money away.

How do I know? How do I know? You can even see it with the tips of your hair! The place where her eyes focus is not only the bulging place, but also the bulging place! It makes it clear that when someone is by your side, that is

Go for the rushing one!

"Master Hao, are you okay? Why do you keep sneezing? Could it be that someone is cursing you behind your back?"

Yes, this person who keeps sneezing is the rich second generation Zhang Hao who dares to send his childhood sweetheart, his soon-to-be wife, to ancient times! No wonder he keeps sneezing, with Liu Qianqian cursing in less than three minutes

Once so often, it would be weird if he could stop!

"What nonsense are you talking about? Maybe I have a cold. I have to go back and take some medicine!"

As Zhang Hao spoke, he pushed away the woman wrapped around him, took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket that made her jump with joy, threw them to her, and walked out.

After returning home, Zhang Hao took out a small medicine box from the drawer without thinking. He found something that looked like cold medicine, poured a glass of water and threw the medicine into his mouth.

When he was about to drink it with water, Liu Qianqian's sharp roar sounded in his ears.

"Take medicine? Do you know how many kinds of colds there are? Taking medicine casually will not only cure the disease, but also kill people. Go, take me to the hospital immediately..."

Zhang Haoleng was so excited that he felt like he had spit out the medicine in his mouth on the ground. It seemed as if he would really die if he spit it out a little late!

He raised his head in fear and scanned the surroundings again. After confirming that there was no one there, it was just the auditory hallucinations that appeared in his mind, he shook his head and chuckled to himself.

What's wrong with me? She has obviously been sent to ancient times by me, and she won't be able to come back for a while. Why do I still think about all this? It seems that I am really suffering from being bullied by her!

In the tenth year of Renzong's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, Yangzhai in Guo Town

"What? I'm bullying you? Are you mistaken? My sister is cultivating your manliness! Look at you, a grown man, who is so timid and powerless all day long. My sister said it,

As long as it makes you masculine, I can do whatever you want!"

Liu Qianqian was holding a small wooden stick that was neither too thick nor too thin in her right hand. At this time, she was constantly tapping the palm of her left hand. She was pacing back and forth in front of Yang Wei. It was really interesting.

So how magnanimous is that of an ancient professor?

"I really don't understand. Is my mother eating something to make her stomach full? Why would she obey this female devil's words?"

While sweating profusely, Yang Wei continued to put his hands on the ground, doing standard push-ups in the 21st century, while he kept muttering in a low voice.

When Liu Qianqian heard Yang Wei's muttering, she couldn't help but laugh all over her stomach! Mrs. Yang's obedience to my words, what does it have to do with having a bad stomach? If it does, it has to do with the brain! This
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