Ming Lanruo drove her horse to Dongchang at full speed. She simply dismounted, held up her skirt and hurried in.
My father-in-law and I were following behind, holding on to the hat that was running crooked, and reminded us: "Little ancestor, slow down, please wait for us!"
Along the way, he discovered that the eldest daughter of the Ming family had learned how to control horses from nowhere. She was really——
I was so scared that I almost thought she was going to step on someone many times, but then she flew over.
Those who didn’t know thought she was a prairie girl who grew up on horseback!
Ming Lanruo trotted all the way to the door of Cang Qiao's room before Lao He caught up with her. He quickly grabbed her and whispered a few words: "Miss, the governor is actually much better, but..."
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, then turned around and entered the door.
Inside the door, the man was writing furiously at his desk. He was dressed in a scarlet python robe with golden gauze, a cold and handsome face, and thin scarlet lips, which made his complexion as pale as snow.
It was still the same as in her previous memory. She breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to fix the hairpin that was messed up during the horse racing, and walked in: "Today, I haven't congratulated the Governor on leaving seclusion."
Cang Qiao paused and said calmly: "What did you call me?"
Ming Lanruo's bright eyes were filled with sparkles: "Uncle He Qian, will you come out of seclusion?"
Cang Qiao raised her eyebrows and tapped the table with the back of her fingers: "Come here."
His little female cat is getting more and more skinny.
Ming Lanruo walked over, tapped her toes, sat on the table, and looked at him: "You... are feeling better."
With that said, she reached out and took his arm to check his pulse.
Feeling that his pulse had become much smoother, she finally felt relieved: "It's better. You have been experimenting with poisons for many years, practicing evil arts, and there are poisons in your body. The triangular force of these three has allowed your body to maintain a balance. If
Ordinary people don’t know how many times they have died.”
As she spoke, her thin eyebrows frowned slightly: "Now Mr. Tang and Sister Wusang have made great efforts to combine the three into one for you. The effect is not bad, but there are residual poisons that have not been cleared away. Don't be too emotional.
Be excited, so as not to cause soul separation syndrome again..."
To put it bluntly, this kind of heart disease is caused by a long-term distorted life. It is not easy to cure, and heart disease requires heart medicine.
Cang Qiao looked at the girl in front of him and narrowed his eyes: "We haven't seen each other these days. You just want to be a doctor and tell our family this?"
Ming Lanruo coughed lightly, raised her bright eyes, and said softly: "Cang Qiao, I miss you very much. Do you... miss me?"
Cang Qiao suddenly clasped the back of her head with one hand, lowered his head and kissed her soft lips almost fiercely.
She was kissed so hard that she felt a little dizzy, and she put her palms on his chest to push him away.
He chuckled.
He had kissed her not many times, but she always had a youthful and raw taste, but with a seductive ferocity and eroticism. The thin lips that had been kissed became scarlet, soft and moist, and the corners of his delicate eyes would also be filled with desire.
He became red and his eyes were lustrous.
This man is really...how can he be so attractive?
Cang Qiao hugged her and licked her thin lips, like an insatiable beast, saying dissatisfiedly: "It's not enough, you know."
Ming Lanruo panted, almost instinctively clinging to his slender neck, and this time she took the initiative to kiss his lips.
From passively accepting it at the beginning, to tempting him softly and shyly.
The temperature in the air seemed to become dry and hot, and his breathing became a bit chaotic and hoarse.
She didn't know how long it took before she leaned in his arms and listened to the heartbeat in his chest - thump, thump.
"No matter what you want to do...can you bear it for me?" she said softly.
Feeling that the chest she was holding suddenly tightened, and his hot breath became cold and fierce, she raised her hands and hugged his waist tightly, saying softly: "Please!"
She didn't want him to act impulsively because of her anger.
