Transmigration: The Life Winner’s Ex-Girlfriend

Tang Tianyang's study decoration, the color is mainly gold, luxurious and not unassuming, just like someone. He sat on a black leather swivel chair, no longer selling off the singer, bluntly said: "I want you to marry Zhou Yunqing."

"This is impossible." Ren Qiao refused to be crisp and neat.

Tang Tianyang followed the temptation: "You and his years, I already know, what is more cruel in the world than separating a pair of lovers? Now that you have the opportunity to be together again, it is the fate of the world."

He can find out that she has interacted with Zhou Yunqing. Ren Qiao is not surprised. This is not a secret in Jianghe Town. As long as you have the heart to check, you can always find the insider of the year. Tang Ya suffered a loss, she did not even check.

No matter what Tang Tianyang said, Ren Qiao just bowed his head and played mobile phones, and his attitude was more perfunctory. She did not enter the oil and salt, Tang Tianyang had to wave her hand: "First eat."

Ren Qiao thought that the lobbying was unsuccessful and he had given up the idea.

At the moment, the story of Dazhan Hongtu has been tampered with. First, Zhou Yunqing gave up the acquisition of Xingcan, and Tangya lost in the battle of love. Now the start time of the energy project is ahead of schedule.

Since the plot can be changed, Ren Qiao also has the theoretical possibility of self-help. With the help of Li Ming, it is impossible to threaten Ren Qiao today. She suspects that she has passed the dangerous period and will not end up in the book.

On the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, the ancient name was Shangyu Festival, and there was always a saying about Valentine's Day. In ancient times, men and women, on the outskirts of the day, springed each other and presented herbs to each other. In Canghua, there are still traditional customs that celebrate the Shangyu Festival.

But for Ren Qiao, this day is especially special because it is Zhou Yunqing's birthday. During the time when the two interacted, on this day of the year, Ren Qiao would give Zhou Yunqing a surprise.

She took him to the mountain and filled the cave with fireflies, which were beautiful and dreamlike. In his black scorpion, the reflection of her is in Guanghua.

She made longevity noodles for him. It was Mei Long's practice of teaching her. A long noodle can spread the whole bowl, sprinkle with chopped green onion and eggs, and the face is refreshing and the soup is fragrant.

The same is true of Ren Qiao’s birthday. Zhou Yunqing will make every effort to prepare every year, although Ren Qiao and his brain are often not on the same channel.

For example, he compiled a small game for Ren Qiao, the speed of the game will increase with time, faster and faster, and the operation is getting harder and harder. That game is really difficult. Like Ren Qiao, the game master who can play the game in two games in Star Wars has not been able to pass Zhou Yunqing's small game.

She is very grateful to the years he has been with her, but that's it. Originally thought that he is a person who never has to think about it again, because of the opening of the story of the grand exhibition, it often produces entanglements. Now that the dust has settled, this shackle should come to an end.

Ren Qiao opened a bottle of red wine, a color like a gemstone, shaking in a transparent goblet: "The author of a cup of grand vision, to create this character that I like. A cup of goddess fate, after death Can be born again in this book. A cup of respect for yourself, dare to love and hate, open all this, and stop all this."

She was overwhelmed with alcohol, half a cup fell, but she drank a bottle tonight, and she was drunk. Wake up tomorrow, another day, she will say goodbye to the past.

In his sleep, Ren Qiao only felt that there was an unspeakable fire that burned from the limbs and spread throughout the body. She is so hot and she doesn't know how to solve it. Until she met an ice-cold person, she approached him with joy.

The man's skin is like jade. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at his face. She said to herself: "Xiaoqing, how come you dreamed of it?" Then he smiled, "Is it a spring dream?"

She was screaming on him, Zhou Yunqing was awakened by her, and after she found out, she was first surprised: "Jojo, how are you here?" He quickly realized that she was not right. "What happened to you?"

Ren Qiao wears a set of French pajamas, velvet fabrics, pajamas are single-tone rose, the tops slide down the shoulders, revealing the elastic black lace in front of the picture is too fragrant. Yan, Zhou Yunqing's brain instantly crashes, mixed chaos Chaotic.

Ren Qiao half-squinted, sloppy, like a drunk. She sat on him and kissed his thin lips. The movements were not gentle. The hands were both playing and making trouble: "Say you love me, why don't you always say?"

In such an action, her top has been completely untied, and the beauty of the lace through the diamond mesh fabric is unobstructed. White porcelain-like body, charming and charming, human beings.

Zhou Yunqing’s regular breathing sounds suddenly became chaotic. Her softness is close to him. He seems to be in the cloud. He seems to be in the fire. He thinks with the only remaining sense of reason, is Tang Tianyang?

For the energy project, she was sent to his bed. On the day of his twenty-seventh birthday, what is this? birthday present?

Ren Qiaozhen is a goblin who is a ghost, they call her Qin Xian, but he thinks she is a small wild cat. Knowing that she would be scratched by her, but let him stop. He pushed her away for the last time: "Jojo, wake up, look at me, who am I?"

There is a touch of grassy fragrance on his body. The most important thing is that kind of cold. Once it is pushed away, the nameless fire burns and Joe is unbearable. She hooked his arms, his wrists were white like frost and snow, half hung on his shoulders, slightly tilted his head, a pair of phoenixes with emotions, smiled and said: "You are Xiaoqing."

She called his name like this, and he could not wait to give her this life.

Zhou Yunqing is not a saint. She can't sit still. She is the only love in his life. He is a young nightmare that he doesn't want to wake up. When she first wraps around, his reason flies. Jiuyun Yunwai. He rebelled against her, her long hair spread like a seaweed, beautiful like a splash of ink.

He gently kissed her earlobe, in exchange for her screaming, "itch." Her soft and soft laughter, for him is the world's strongest aphrodisiac.

Ren Qiao’s hand suddenly hit the wall and instantly awake: “It hurts and hurts!” It hurts, but it means not a dream. Ren Qiao notices that something is wrong. She seems to have been prescribed medicine. She is working with spiritual powers, trying to dispel the body's love potion, opening her eyes and sweeping around, and the tides of the clouds are deep and sullen.

Ren Qiao held his head in both hands, because the hangover was groggy, she opened her mouth: "Zhou Yunqing, you give me medicine?"

Zhou Yunqing quickly argued: "Not me, I woke up, you are in my bed."

"I am sleeping in the Tang family villa today, it is Tang Tianyang!" Ren Qiao grinned. "And then you have to sleep, I am being prescribed, but you are awake!" Unfortunately, the efficacy of the drug, her The sound is not deterrent, but rather charming.

"You rushed over yourself"

As if to confirm his words, Ren Qiao's efficacy once again prevailed. She seems to be split into two parts, the mind is still clear, but the body is involuntarily close to Zhou Yunqing. For her, he is her antidote. The two men confuse each other, like water plants.

Ren Joe vaguely remembers that there was a blue and white porcelain on the bedside table, which she saw when she came last time. Her hand touched the past, grabbed the bottle and slammed it into the wall, and the cracking of the porcelain piece hit the marble floor, which was especially clear in the quiet night.

Ren Qiao's hand held sharp pieces of porcelain, heavy strokes on the thighs, blood splashing, and stained gray sheets. With severe pain, she stayed awake and said with apologetic: "Now I know that I have rushed myself. In order to prevent me from rushing over, I have trouble sleeping first."

When the voice fell, her other hand hit Zhou Yunqing's sleeping hole, and he fainted. The effect of the drug was to be done again. She jerked her head and drove those thoughts out of her mind. She first used the sorcerer to stop bleeding for the wound, then jumped into the bathtub and suppressed the effect with cold water.

The light effect on her body was exhausted until the dawn of the morning light. She got up and left the bathtub, stepping barefoot on the ground, seeing the room full of mess, recalling last night, the white jade face was red.

She couldn't go back in her pajamas, and Mei Lan said that she had made a lot of clothes for her and placed them in another room. She jumped out of the window again, time is still early, do not want to quarrel to Mei Long to sleep, she went directly to the next room to find.

As soon as he opened the door and saw the scene in front of him, Ren Qiao was shocked to stand in the same place. The room is huge, like an exhibition hall. The green walls of the ducks are more gloomy than the turquoise, gentle and delicate, with infinite secrets.

One eye is the height of the pillow, with the portrait of Ren Joe, the transparent clothes, the gesture is bold and sultry, the portrait on the pillow is somewhat blurred, I must always be brought by the owner.

Ren Qiao said: "Death, change, state!" She threw the pillow on the ground, stepped on a few feet or felt uncomfortable, simply tore directly, white feathers floating in the room, swaying, as if the next Heavy snow.

There are adorned paintings on the wall. Almost all of Joe’s names in the Qingquan Mountain have been more than half of all paintings since his debut. Some paintings, she clearly remembers who the buyer is, and should have been bought by Zhou Yunqing later, bought from the fans of the painting, the price paid should not be small. By now, she also realized that Zhou Yunqing may have known that she is a Qingquan Mountainer. Thinking of Zhou Yunqing's confession in the exhibition, she was red-faced.

The whole room, round, starts from the left hand side and holds all the things Joe has used. The notes she wrote in junior high school, the butterfly specimens made in class, the clothes thrown away, and the pens that were used halfway

Some of her can tell the source, such as a small stick that has been carefully collected in a vacuum package, like a ice cream stick? The one they eat together? There are also some plausible impressions, some of which are completely unrecognizable.

A yellow game card, she tried to pull it out from the dusty memory. Isn't this the little game that Zhou Yunqing sent her? To be inserted in the bully game machine to play. She glared at her own spiritual power now, and the reaction speed was more powerful than before. If she wanted to challenge again, she would take it away.

She is identifying those collections one by one, Zhou Yunqing holding sheets and blue and white porcelain bottle fragments, came to the door, the four eyes meet, the scene was very embarrassing.

Zhou Yunqing looked at the pillows on the floor, a handsome blush like a cherry, sweet and tempting. Ren Qiaoji understands his plan, this is to put the porcelain chips and sheets into the collection. In the heart of Ren Qiao, a group of grass mud horses rushed past, and the grass and grass were dead and metamorphosed!

"Why don't you just move the bed together?" She thought about it, and asked.