The wife of a promin

In the deserted suburbs, a black mansion stood out like a sore thumb. Its dark glass and black exterior...,"Ye Jiulyang, are you planning to burn incense for me during Qingming Festival" What the hell, he was sleeping like a log. He clearly just fell asleep with his hands and feet all over the place.,Just as he was about to lose control again, Ye Jiu Liang leisurely took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and tossed it to him.。