The Evil Rich Abbot's Wife

She was born with a peerless appearance, but that didn't mean she would be "her". He has a big heart but no ambition, but that doesn't mean he is big-headed and has no brains. She, he judged: It was just a piece of gold that was as big as five spines and six beasts, and contained a hidden, perverted monster with a shaking body. She saw through him: he was just a wilted little abbot who only wanted to focus on picking up girls and eating meat for the rest of his life. The public recruitment meeting, a series of accidental knockdowns and counterattacks, The beginning of the passionate (passionate) relationship between the wise (really sinister) and the foolish and happy (fake two lacks) - Covering her head, she threw herself on him and he grabbed her breasts. She concluded: It turns out that he does not like apples but carrots. In the solemn temple, he covered his body with wooden fish, while her chastity forced her to stay. He cast a curse: rotten radish, rotten radish, rotten radish. In the widow's room, he kicked over a large basket of radishes she sent, and she took away the braised pork the widow had made for him... He is angry! Shit can be tolerated, but urine cannot be tolerated! Why does he also have a plug-in with the ability to play back recordings? Why can't he even eat a meal of meat now? ! He was possessed by the second-year disease and roared: Rich man, what on earth do you want to do? She tugged on her shoulders and legs: Abbot, I just want to be in harmony! This is a disguised Andersen story about a bald non-monk and a rich man who is not a rich man, fighting monsters but eventually ending up on a bunk. There are two men, two women, three men and three women here. No matter how crazy high-end standard equipment they have, their ultimate goal is just to fulfill the obligation of assisting the gods. "Master, don't you know that there are many things going on at the widow's door?" "Amitabha, this poor monk only knows that she is already a widow, and we can never let her remain a widow again." "Master, the people who donated the sesame oil money are the parents who have food and clothing, right?" "Amitabha, what the donor said is true." "Then my parents ordered you to marry me, why did you not only disobey but also cursed me to die early?" "Amitabha, such incestuous parents will die early and be reborn!" "Master, when will you be able to marry into the slave family?" "Amitabha, wait for the poor monk to grow his hair and feet." "..." Ever since she met him, not a single hair has grown on the top of his head! Another: Winter is coming, is there anything more heart-warming than watching a lighthearted romantic comedy after dinner? Well ￣￣ Old rule: Update every morning at 9 o'clock. Please put the photo on the bookshelf. The evil tycoon is waiting for you￣￣