Wife is Outrageous: His Evil Highness Comes Knocking

Since the two boys had been stunned for a month, Qi Luo followed slyly.

Along the way, Yue Wuzhen kept his head down, his eyes narrowed, and he said nothing. Although Jun's face was a little red, his face was indistinguishable, he didn't know what to think, and he was not sober or awake.

The two boys helped him into a guest room, put on the quaint and exquisite large bed, covered him with a quilt, and Yueyue did not open his eyes, rolled over, and slept inward.

Seeing the big bed in the room, Zi Luoer was a little nervous.

Where is she going to sleep this night? She didn't have the courage to sleep with him!

She looked around the room. The awful thing was that there was no other piece of furniture in the room except for this gorgeous bed.

What kind of room is this? Qi Luoer was almost crying.

How to do? She's going to stand here all night?

Maybe she took this opportunity? This is a great opportunity!

His son's birthday has passed and he is not around.

Now it also happens to be out of the Loulou Palace, if no one would stop if you escape ...

Once the idea of ​​escaping emerged, it immediately burned like a fire.

Although Yue Wuyi was indifferent to her, she was extremely fond of Beibei. She was relieved to give the child to him.

Now that he no longer loves himself, it would be boring to barely stay here, it would be better to leave clean ...

Walked step by step, stood by the bed and looked down at him, knowing that this walk is that eternal life will never meet again.

The heart was suddenly empty for a moment, and the blackness seemed to look to the bottom. There was no separation, but the heart was full of sorrow ...

"No moonlight ..." whispered in his heart, a mist rising from his eyes.

In the misty eyes, but seeing the moon, Wu Yue closed his eyes and lay on his back between the clouds and quilts.

Brows are slightly wrinkled, lips are slightly squinted, and there is a light glow on the face.

The brocade is covered with silk like satin, and the water slides along the edge of the bed.

One of his hands slipped to the side of the bed, his mouth was open, and his knuckles were pale, as if trying to catch something.

I really wanted to shake his hand once more, even if it was once.

I haven't decided yet, but my hand seems to have my own consciousness. Slowly, I hold his hand.

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