Looking at her sadness and tears in her eyes, Yuwen Haoyu felt distressed without competing.
Just when Yuwen Haoyu wanted to ask clearly, his personal bodyguard Li Heihu hurriedly walked towards this side, and said with a few words in his ear. Yuwen Haoyu's face changed and he asked: "
Where?"
"It's on the South Street." Heihu, his handsome eyebrows slightly froze, said to Yuwen Haoyu and said to him.
"Okay, let's go now."
Yuwen Haoyu said, then put down the inkstone pillar in his hand and looked at Luo Ling, but he turned around and left with the black tiger strode. Luo Ling and Qing'er were left in the pavilion, so Luo Ling was naturally with Qing.
The magnetic field of the son was inconsistent. Seeing that Yuwen Haoyu had left, he was at a loss and didn't know how to face her. He simply hurriedly followed Yuwen Haoyu's direction and left.
Qing'er looked at their figures away and wanted to follow him, but compared to Luo Ling, she was obviously more like an outsider. She was completely ignored just now, and Brother Lian Yu's eyes after Luo Ling came.
All of them were placed on him, and he never had any attention on him. Qing'er had to stand in the pavilion with anger on her face, her eyes fell on the red plum painting that Luo Ling had painted before, and then looked up and saw it
They had left the garden and when there was no one around, they reached out to pick up the painting, instantly kneaded it into a ball in their hands, and threw it into the small lotus pond beside them.
At this time, Cao Fangmo suddenly appeared beside Qing'er and gently stroked Qing'er's head. In fact, her appearance was not accidental. She saw everything just now, from Qing'er and Yuwen Hao
Yu plays the piano and paints, and then Luo Ling walks into the garden...
Yuwen Haoyu's love for Luo Ling is very obvious. Luo Ling seems to have affection for Yuwen Haoyu, but both of them have a stubborn temper and neither of them obeys each other, as if a child is angry.
And Qing'er... had no room for her.
Qing'er saw that it was her mother, so she leaned her head intimately on her shoulder and said softly in a coquettish voice,
"mother……"
"Silly kid, why bother pursuing a man who obviously doesn't care about him? That would be too hard..."
"But do I just like him? I liked him when I first saw her at my grandfather's house."
"But, you know..."
"I don't listen, I don't listen," Qing'er suddenly covered her ears, "Mom, don't say anything more. I just want to marry Brother Yu, and I won't marry anyone except him. If he doesn't want me, I will...
I'll be...I'll become a nun."
When Cao Fangmo heard this, he was furious. When he wanted to talk to her properly, Qing'er had already run out.
Cao Fangmo looked at Qing'er who had run away and disappeared in the corridor, and sighed helplessly.
What should she do with this stubborn daughter? God, you teach me.
Cao Fangmo asked in a low voice to the blue sky, and in a trance, he seemed to see the figure of his husband who had passed away for many years, looking at him with a smile...
Yuwen Haoyu followed Heihu to Nan Street. From a distance, he saw several corpses lying across the street. Many people were watching, and sighs came from the crowd from time to time.
Luo Ling, who was following them, couldn't help but take a breath after seeing the corpses. The corpses seemed to have been sprayed with hydrochloric acid, and almost all the skin exposed in the air was exposed...