The joy of his laughter, his chest is shaking, Song July in his arms, can not help but be infected by his laughter.

"You see, how lucky you are to be able to meet me, so that your future life will not be boring!" Song held him in July.

Mo Zhengyan, holding her downstairs, returned, "You'll stick gold on your face."

Who are the lucky people?

"Where is the discount? It's true!" In July of the Song Dynasty, there was no shame in talking big.

Down the revolving stairs, the housekeeper was waiting below, and when he saw the two men coming down, he suddenly backed up a little, which...