Zhao made a mistake and used a goad that was bound to be effective for her.
"Do you think I’m motivated?"
Yan Er pulled him out of bed and turned towards the outdoor before he left.
"But I’m wronged in response to the Xiao Chamber of Commerce offensive. I have nothing to lose myself. It’s interesting to see what you have."
Jihuatong
"Will the lady still be a lady?"
Zhao Cuo was dragged by her to a machine room with a beautiful weaving machine.
"Is this difficult?"
Flame son raised fine eyebrows and shouted to the outside one by one a maid came in.
"Make this thing for me."
She handed the handwritten paper in the past and said
Zhao wrong "…"
Yan Er’s maid Ji is her half-brother’s Daoism, and she soon made a few samples.
"I really don’t know what’s on your mind …"
Mrs. Yan looked at this dress with a reddish face.
"It’s getting dark, madam. If you don’t hurry up, it’s time for us to practice."
Zhao CuO woke up and said
"Then what are you still doing here?"
Flame son saw the eyes and went back to the dormitory with Zhao wrong.
"Don’t you want me to show it to you?"
She snorted lightly. Grandpa Zhao turned and walked out of the room without responding and closed the door.
"It’s ok to sell it to those ladies in Beijing as fun things in the room."
Yan Er also thinks that this thing is not the same thing, but it should be impossible for ordinary women to replace Chinese-style chest covering.
The cloth rubbed against each other, and the subtle sound began to face the bronze mirror. The widow of the first emperor blushed and couldn’t move her eyes for a while.
But …
"Why does it look more comfortable than usual … that’s the beauty of this thing!"
Come to have a plump figure, she immediately reacted, turned around and walked to the door of the house in surprise, and took the handsome young hand outside with joy.
"I know!"
She was excited to stay where Zhao Xiaogong said.
"This dress of yours seems to be more beneficial to your health than a Chinese-style chest covering. We need to find some Xinglin sages to publicize that it can be made into a female necessity!"
"It is good that you are white …"
Zhao fault reluctantly looked away from her.
"What?"
Mrs. Yan cocked her little head blankly, and then her smile solidified and she looked down at her plump body.
"Hurry back to the house."
Zhao wrongly raised his hand and pressed her delicate sweet shoulder, pushing this idiot who gets carried away when he is excited into the room and closing the door before driving her out of tears.
"It didn’t count just now."
After a long time, the couple crossed their legs in the jade bed and sat with red eyes. Although they were upset about what happened just now, they didn’t put the blame on Zhao’s wrong body and pretended that nothing had happened with their heads down.
"You can really do this thing. I’ll arrange to go to the account tomorrow. How do you calculate it?"
"Just 50-50."
Zhao wrong casually said.