"Not good, no good! There was panic in the mansion.

"What's the name?" Zhou Zimo opened the door and said furiously.

The maid was almost crying anxiously: "The fourth concubine is holding the torch and lighting the fire everywhere."

Zhou Zimo strode to the backyard and saw her holding a fire stick and being surrounded by a group of people.

He walked up angrily, pushed away the servant hard, ready to snatch the torch from her hand.

Who knew that woman attacked his head...

Zhou Zimo reached out to hold her arm, and she turned around sensitively and instantly moved away from him.

Zhou Zimo narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "You know how to kung fu?"

Ye Yifan didn't want to talk to him. She was usually pressed on the bed and had no room to fight back. Today, she insisted on killing this beast with a weapon outside.

She thought about it, scissors and sticks are easily snatched, and he dared not grab the burning wood with his hands.

He stabbed him hard in the chest again, but he suddenly dodged away.

"Want to kill me? Overestimate one's own abilities!" The man's arrogant and disdainful voice fell down

The servant hid from a distance and hugged him together, watching the two of them fighting.

"The fourth concubine is so brave. She actually fought with the young coach!"

Ye Yifan used all his taekwondo grasping skills, and the final result was...

She was carried away before it officially started.

Ye Yifan slapped his back with both hands and hit him hard. The wound on his shoulder opened and blood stained his clothes red. He was not aware of it. After being put down, he started to take action again.

Zhou Zimo grabbed her hand and said, "I want me to break it for you once, right?"

Ye Yifan pulled his hand back hard, sat on the stool angrily, poured a glass of water and drank it in a big gulp.

Zhou Zimo suddenly pulled her up, pressed her little head and drank all the water in her mouth.

"Don't touch me, why are you so disgusting!" Ye Yifan was held in his arms and struggled.

"Do you know what you're struggling like now?"

"Like your sister!"

"No, it's like a fish that has just been caught, jumping around!"

Zhou Zimo thought this woman was funny, like a wild cat, tickling people with her teeth and claws, and she was not allowed to be hugged.

Ye Yifan asked coldly: "Do you know what you look like now?"

"What do you think?" the man asked with a gaze raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

"You old, ugly and shameless bandit, you robbed the girl with a vulgar look! You are obviously a beast and pretending to be like a person."

"I'm not old!"

"Old, very old, very old, everywhere, others are old cows eating tender grass, you and me are thousand-year-old monsters gnawing cakes!"

"Stinky woman! You're so enough!" Zhou Zi was silent and smoked in his seven orifices.

He pressed her back on her thigh, and slapped her hard on her butt a few times: "I deserve to be beaten. I am so handsome and rich. Why do I get older when I was twenty-five? What's wrong with being older? Isn't it just nine years older? You're so fucking every day, killing you a stinky woman!"

Slap, three slap

"Do you still say it?"

Ye Yifan pinched his little hand on his legs and shouted in anger: "You are an old man, an old man, an old man, if you beat me to death, you are still an old man!"

"I will sleep to death with you even if the old man is sleeping until you are old. I see how arrogant you are!"

Zhou Zimo turned her over and asked her to sit on her lap, pinching her face, and his mouth was deformed: "I'm saying something!"

Ye Yifan couldn't pull him away, and his hands and mouth were still shouting: "Lenan, Lenan!"

Zhou Zimo hugged her waist and kissed her mouth hard, not wanting to hear her say she was old.

He knew that Ye Hancheng was three years younger than him, but when he was older, he could not change him.

Zhou Zimo, a pervert, almost fainted after receiving a kiss.

Ye Yifan was held in his arms, panting and dizzy, the house was spinning, and he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit.

"Do you want to try the old man's bed skills? Are you saying "Old man, I'll listen?"

Are you talking about kissing you to death!

Ye Yifan breathed in big breaths of air, and lying in his arms felt like he had a life of surviving a disaster. If someone who didn't know how to water would have fainted long ago, this pervert!

She shouted angrily: "If you don't say it, don't say it. If you ask me to say it, I will say it. Then I will be so embarrassed!"

Zhou Zimo sneered and tore her mouth, "Do you still have face? A stinky beggar!"

"Get out, shameless, don't touch me, you are the one who begs!"

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Chapter completed!