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Record four hundred and twentieth: he is still there

Zhao Chonghuan also lay down and went back.

Xie Changhuai took her the quilt and whispered: "You rest for a while, I'll deal with it!"

As soon as he got up and walked two steps, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you want something to eat?"

She lay on the pillow, looking at him intently-

The pair of black beads' eyes embedded in their unpretentious faces, but they became brighter and more shiny, just like the moonlight floating on two ice springs at midnight, and he was reflected inside.

She was so innocent that his eyes became darker, and his fingers couldn't help but curl.

She frowned and thought after hearing this, shook her head, her tone was slightly soft, "I don't want to eat! I want to take a shower and change my robe!"

He looked at the mottled blood on her collar, feeling helpless and distressed, his eyes soft and clear: "Okay, I'll have someone prepare for you! Then you can take a nap first and wait for me to come back!" After that, he turned around and went to answer the door.

She kept looking at him, his tall and handsome shadow fell in the oblique light of the pane, like the waves of water, the lips that were biting lightly with their teeth raised a beautiful curve—

It was incredible that he was right in front of her!

Now that I think about it carefully, his existence is so invisible, deep water flowing quietly, silently.

When the poison attacks, he is there, when the playboy is gambled, when he is facing enemies, when he is in prison, when he is still there when he is in a tiger's den.

Although he never mentioned the extraordinary things behind him, he arranged everything in just one night and came to her quietly. How could this ability be possessed by a rich and idle young man?

If his human skin mask was not a top expert in the world, it would never have been possible to make such a flawless mask overnight.

What secret is he hiding?

At this moment, she found that she did not have much curiosity to explore.

No matter who he is, is the son of Xie's family who was favored by the Empress Dowager of the dynasty, or is his father slandered unknown, even the Tartars are looking for his mother's bastard, or a mysterious figure in the world-----

Each item may seem to have an unspeakable story, just like the green lotus on her forehead, it is meaningful!

However, she still had no urgent hope to understand all these things.

He is him.

But it was just a man who could touch her heart by first meeting, but then he was willing to suck her brains and take all the dangers.

Over the years, she has read many books, heard many stories, and met many people, but she has never met someone like him.

She curled the curve of the corners of her lips, her eyes cold and firm.

Who he is doesn't matter.

What’s important is, in her heart, who is he!

This is enough!

Outside the door.

The captain looked respectfully at Xie Changhuai who was opening the door, then pointed to Ling Xueju's Yuemen and said, "Commander Guard, Miss Aqiao, who had been here before, is here again! She said she wanted to see Brother Zhao!"

Xie Changhuai's eyebrows remained motionless and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with her?"

The captain showed a helpless and bitter smile on his rough face and scratched his head: "She doesn't want to talk! She just insists on seeing Brother Zhao! It's not easy for a little girl to bomb her away!"

Xie Changhuai pondered for a while, then turned his eyes and glanced in the wing room.

But she found that Zhao Chonghuan had already walked out of the wing room. She smiled slightly: "I'm asking Commander-in-law to be comfortable with it. I happened to have a little bit of things to ask Miss Aqiao!"
Chapter completed!
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