The butler nodded and said yes, before closing the door, he saw from the corner of the light that Mr. had put the white lotus carefully on the round table.

He clearly saw that there was mud dripping on the carpet from the white lotus.

Chi Temple put the white lotus on the round table, controlled the wheelchair to the bathroom, soaked it with towel,

Chi Si picked up the white lotus and wiped the silt on the flower bones with a towel.

The pure white towel quickly became dirty.

Chisi threw the towel aside and planted the white lotus in the pot.

After finishing all this, Chi Si took out a few pieces of paper, dried the water on his hands, and looked at Bai Lian lightly.

Moved the flowerpot closer to the balcony. Fortunately, tomorrow morning, you can get the sun. Chisi controlled the wheelchair and went back to the room.

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Rong Huang woke up from sleep, feeling warm and comfortable all over.

Rong Huang slowly opened his eyes and found himself on a balcony.

Rong Huang lowered the flower bone and found that he had been planted into a new flower pot.

"My lord, early duck." Water came out in time.

"Morning." Rong Huang yawned and replied lazily.

The original straight stem of Bailian suddenly bent down, and the flower bones leaned against the mouth of the pot, inexplicably lazy.

"Why am I here?" Rong Huang stared at the blue sky in a daze, before slowly asking Shui Shui for a long time.

"The villain moved you here."

Move to the balcony?

Feng Bing is not afraid that she will hang up if she refuses to accept it?

Rong Huang hadn't forgotten that her current persona was a soft little white lotus.

"My lord, have you forgotten that you are a fairy?" It's not that easy to die.

The tender white flower bones swayed twice, and Rong Huang said angrily, "Why do you want me to be a white lotus?"

It sounds ambiguous.

dislike.

Shui Shui pretended to be dead, and quickly slipped away while Rong Huang was distracted.

Rong Huang resisted the urge to fetch water and slowly set up the stem.

White light flashed, and the little girl in a white dress appeared on the balcony.

A good night's sleep, Rong Huang's complexion was very good, his soft white face was tanned for a long time, and a peach blossom pink appeared.

The ends of the slightly upturned eyes evoked a touch of beauty.

Rong Huang raised his lips, walked into the room barefoot, and faintly saw the blue meridians on the back of his feet as he walked.

The shell-like toes have a healthy color and look very beautiful.

Rong Huang rolled around on the bed in Chi Temple, his breath was full of the light plum fragrance on the man's body.

Rong Huang couldn't help but took a couple of mouthfuls, then rolled several times.

Rong Huang reluctantly gave up until the quilt that had been neatly spread on the bed was thrown into chaos.

Rong Huang stood up, opened the door and left the room.

It seems that the phoenix disease in this world is also a wealthy boss, and expensive paintings can be seen everywhere in the luxurious and elegant corridors.

It should be bought from a certain auction or a certain master.

Rong Huang Bai Shengsheng's fingertips swept across the somewhat icy picture frame, and walked towards the stairs.

Because Rong Huang didn't wear shoes, he was silent when he went downstairs.

The white legs have beautiful lines with a slight sensuality, but they are not fat.

The hem of the pure white cotton skirt gently strokes the calf, white and white collide, creating a stunning beauty.

"Mr. Chi, I was invited by my sister today, you can't do this to me!"

Before reaching the turning point, Rong Huang heard some sharp female voices.

Rong Huang raised his eyebrows. Which bad woman was it, trying to hook Feng's disease?

Rong Huang's foot that had stepped on the next step slowly retracted.

Rong Huang put his hands around his chest, moved his steps slightly, and stood at an angle that just happened to have a panoramic view of what happened in the living room.