Mo Liancheng watched indifferently as she inserted the golden ring into her waist without saying anything. He turned his eyes to the hand she stretched out to him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You want to retaliate, and your words won't count?" Qu Tan'er pursed her lips, stared at him, and looked at him in disbelief.

Sure enough, if a man's words could be trusted, sows would fly away.

"Have I promised this?"

"You just clearly were..."

"Does this king have written evidence?"

"You..." She now understood the man's reluctance.

"Since there is none, then the divorce letter will naturally not be given to you. You are still my eighth princess." Mo Liancheng smiled lightly, not minding her misunderstanding at all.

"Then you mean that you won't give me the bed in your bedroom?" Qu Tan'er narrowed her eyes and glanced over sinisterly. If he really dared to say yes, then she would fight with him -

At this time, her fists were clenched and her anger was rising. She couldn't help but wonder if the emotions she had endured for two years would explode right here at this moment.

"I have already said that since you like that bed, I will give it to you."

"Finally, I said something humane." Qu Tan'er took a deep breath. After holding in his breath for a long time, he finally calmed down. The money is optional, and the divorce letter is optional, but the bed cannot be waived.

but……

"Also, I will not return the gold you gave me to you. Since it has gone into my pocket, don't expect me to spit it out." After receiving the money, you want her to spit it out? No way.

At worst, if he was unhappy, he would just give her a divorce note.

"I didn't say I wanted to take it back." Mo Liancheng smiled lightly and gave her the "Golden Order" without even frowning.

"If that's okay, I'll go back." Qu Tan'er glared at him. She really didn't want to glare at him anymore, so she might as well go back, raise the pillow and think about the way forward.

good.

"The show has just started. Why don't you stay and watch it with me?"

"I don't want to see it, I'll keep you..."

"Brother Liancheng, it turns out you are here. Qingyun has been looking for you for a long time." Zhao Qingyun's body appeared not far from the outside of the courtyard. Before anyone arrived, the sound came.

Qu Tan'er just wanted to leave, but Zhao Qingyun's sudden arrival disrupted her original thoughts and made her unable to leave for the time being.

"She's pretty good too, why don't you marry her?" Qu Tan'er asked. She really didn't understand. Since he was married to other women, why would someone who was so infatuated with him refuse to show affection to him?

"Do you think if I really marry her, she will definitely be happy?"

"Indeed." After entering the Eighth Prince's Mansion, you may not necessarily be happy. Even if it seems to outsiders that you are happy and beautiful, only you can understand the reality.

It seems... a certain man still has some conscience, and he's not too annoying.

"Brother Liancheng."

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, Zhao Qingyun flew into the courtyard with only one goal: to rush into Mo Liancheng's arms.

only……

"Yeah!" Qu Tan'er was not paying attention and was pulled by someone, causing her whole body to hit a certain chest. In the end, she was still confused as to how she was pulled off and sat on the stone stool.

With.
Chapter completed!