As a senior cat user in the 21st century, Fang Han quickly accepted the fact that he wore books.
Just wear it, she can adapt to the 1970s.
Wait, her! Yes! For! Marry! Fake! Thousand! Gold! ! !
The old man has a ruined face, a broken body, and no money, not to mention that he still carries a tow bottle. Three? !
Fang Han gritted his teeth and said it was done.
Unexpectedly, the man is not only ageless and not ruined, he is as powerful and strong as an eighteen-year-old man. He is also a leader with broad shoulders, narrow waist and eight-pack abs.
She was happy.
"Captain Lu, I'm here to marry you. From now on, you will be the master of the house and I will be the master of the house, and we will live together!"
"Captain Lu, I will help you plant melons, and you will keep me safe. We are one and prosperous as a couple. Don't worry, I will give you ten fat sons to make you happy!"
Lu Yuting just thought that she was delirious and talking nonsense when she just entered the island.
Half a year later.
Fang Han shyly said: "Hubby, that's enough."
Commander Lu wanted to rub her into her bones and coaxed her in a low voice, "Han Han, we agreed that none of the ten fat sons should be missing."
