Fuck the princess, my wife is going to marry a sick girl for nine thousand years Chapter 111 Zhaozhao took the initiative to grab his hand for the first time
Chapter 111 Zhaozhao took the initiative to grab his hand for the first time
Mu Zhao squeezed his hand tightly, "No, you must need something. I can't think of it at this moment. Then, in the future, can you just treat me as I owe you a promise?"
Yun Wuluo raised his head, and the sadness in his eyes finally disappeared, and they were glowing again.
"Zhaozhao likes me so much, so I won't be sad anymore. I want to heal my wounds quickly and do more for Zhaozhao."
"I'm not in a hurry."
"I'm anxious. Zhaozhao gave me a promise that I can ask for anything. I really worked harder."
Mu Zhao lamented that Yun Wuluo lived in ancient times after all and did not know the painting skills of bosses in the modern world.
However, she is not trying to make a big deal, she will fulfill Yunwu Luoti's requirements.
Mu Zhao, who was overwhelmed by self-blame, didn't know how big a hole Yun Wuluo had dug for her at this time.
Yun Wuluo felt that the biggest thing he had deceived Mu Zhao had been solved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But he was cautious and didn't show it.
He just lowered his head and watched Mu Zhao grab his two hands.
This seemed to be the first time Zhao Zhao took the initiative to grab his hand.
Mu Zhao followed his gaze and saw that he had grabbed Yun Wuluo's hand in desperation.
She impulsively wanted to throw Yun Wuluo's hand away.
But she thought that throwing it away was too obvious and too deliberate, so she quickly thought about it a few times...while letting go, she took the two persimmons in his hand.
"Hey~ I got the two persimmons that were calculated against me, right?"
Yun Wuluo looked at her proud look and said with annoyance: "So you were waiting for me here, I was careless."
Mu Zhao took two persimmons and backed away.
Then he shook the persimmon in his hand and said proudly: "Whatever you get in my hand is mine."
Yun Wuluo wanted to raise his hand, to snatch the persimmon cake back, and to hold Zhao Zhao into his arms.
But he thought of Ying Wuchen's thousands of instructions and Zhaozhao's requirements for his appearance, so he held it back.
Mu Zhao returned to the small couch again, "I'm here to see you now because I have something else to do."
Yun Wuluo looked at Mu Zhao's cute and serious look and asked with a smile, "Well, tell me."
Mu Zhao looked away from his smiling eyes and said, "The master of traditional Chinese painting has been stripped of his honor by the emperor. You have to find someone to trouble him and give him a feeling of being pushed down by others and desperate. You can make people feel that these are what I did."
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The master of traditional Chinese painting "misses" her, and it is reasonable for her to vent her anger on the master of traditional Chinese painting.
Yun Wuluo also thought of what she meant.
He said: "You really don't care about your reputation."
"It's useless to have that thing," Mu Zhao stood up, "I'm leaving."
Yun Wuluo straightened his neck, "Just leaving?"
"I have a lot of things to do." Mu Zhao told him, "I have to pick up the master, and I have to ask the mother-in-law who teaches me how to make bed."
Yun Wuluo asked anxiously, "Then when will you come again?"
"It depends on the situation." Mu Zhao teased him, "I found out, why are you so fragile after being injured?"
Yun Wuluo wanted to say that he could see her every night before and never went without seeing her for more than twelve hours.
But now she kept him away from her for many hours, how could he not be vulnerable?
Naturally, he couldn't say this to Mu Zhao.
He lowered his eyes again, making a pitiful gesture, "Perhaps... his body is fragile, and his heart will be affected, which will make Zhao Zhao laugh and cause Zhao Zhao trouble."
Mu Zhao: "......"
It's going to kill you.
Yun Wuluo is a sick person whose character is really hard to figure out.
She threw two more persimmons into his arms, "Here you go, eat two more and you'll be happier."
Yun Wuluo raised his head in surprise, "Thank you Zhaozhao."
Mu Zhao also laughed. At this moment, he was like Yun Wuluo who could make him happy with just two persimmons. This chapter has been completed!