Male God Please Lie Down

You can marry someone who treats you so well, so if you count it, Zhao Yundi is still a blessed person.

Life went on as usual.

Half a month later, when Zhao Yundi and Liu Fusheng had a happy day, the wedding they held was still a kind of semi-Western wedding.

Yu Qingming and Zhang Dingtian still went to participate.

The situation in the entire country is now very serious.

The scope of the Zhang family is actually very broad. Obeying orders and the country is not regarded as obeying orders and the country.

In short, the Zhang family is now in demand by everyone.

The situation is very tense, Zhang Dashuai and Zhang Dingtian are also the objects of everyone's flattery.

Zhang Dingtian's relationship with Liu Fusheng has always been very good. Liu Fusheng is married and he is definitely going to go.

Zhang Dingtian knew that he had passed by and must have been harassed by others. He was afraid that Yu Qingming would be bored, so he let Yu Qingming take a rest now.

He slowly followed Zhou Xuan.

Yu Qingming found a place and sat down.

Someone brought black tea and snacks, and Yu Qingming asked him to find a book to read.

The place where she stayed was in the glass garden of Liu's house. At this time, the sun shone down, and the whole body was radiated warmly.

The black tea snacks, plus the flowers on one side, release the fragrance leisurely.

Yu Qingming felt very comfortable. After reading a few pages, it was probably because the sunlight was too dazzling and a little dazzling and uncomfortable.

She put the book aside, lifted one side of the fine woolen blanket, and covered her body, closing her eyes to rest up.

Feng Mohan saw this scene when he passed this glass flower house.

She was sitting on a wicker chair, wearing a red cheongsam, with a beige blanket hanging down on her body.

The large swath of roses behind her became her background.

The sun shone on her body, coating her with a layer of light.

The whole person looks very sweet and very quiet.

In Feng Mohan's view, it seemed that as long as there was such a person by his side, he felt warm in his heart, and that was enough.

"Master Feng..."

Just when Feng Mohan was about to take two steps forward, Zhang Dingtian suddenly stood in front of him.

"Marshal..."

Seeing Zhang Dingtian standing in front of him, Feng Mohan laughed blankly. There were so many outside, staring at him. It was really strange that he would run in front of him.

"Some people are already cinnabar moles in other people's hearts. For you... it can only be the white moonlight that you can't touch."

Zhang Dingtian leaned against the wall with his hands around his chest, raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Ah……"

Hearing what he said, Feng Mohan sneered, and then he calmed down.

"She is the cinnabar mole in your heart, so are you the one in her heart!?"

Feng Mohan asked Zhang Dingtian again.

"This is not something you want to care about. It's just my wife, don't covet it."

Zhang Dingtian looked at him coldly, and his final voice became cold.

Feng Mohan looked at Zhang Dingtian. He was standing in the right position, completely shielding Yu Qingming inside.

Feng Mohan wasn't standing here anymore, turned and left gently.

Zhang Dingtian squinted his eyes and turned slightly. Just as he was about to go in, a group of people came from the other side.

As soon as Zhang Dingtian saw those people, they had already ran over before Zhang Dingtian walked into the flower room.