Yin Sa just raised the corners of his lips, and was not surprised at all by Angelo's unfriendly eyes. He slightly raised his eyes, looked at the Empress Dowager, and then lowered his head. She seemed to have not changed.
She has taken good care of herself. A fifty-year-old woman now looks much younger than her actual age.
The smile on her face hurt his eyes, just like when she stood on the beach and sneered at him.
If she knew his true identity and that he was still alive, he didn't know what kind of expression she would have. He was still looking forward to it.
"I've eaten enough," Angelo stood up. In fact, he didn't eat a few mouthfuls. Now he still has time to eat. It would be nice if he didn't choke to death. Andrew frowned.
It's becoming less and less like that.
The empress dowager looked at her youngest son strangely, "Angelo, you haven't eaten a few mouthfuls. Why do you think you are hungry? Are you sick? Go and see a doctor?"
Angelo just took a deep breath and smiled stiffly, "No, mother, I just have a bad taste in my mouth recently, so I don't need to see a doctor."
Find a doctor, find a doctor. When he hears the doctor's name now, he will think of the medicine he took for a few days. The smell is still there, and he feels like he wants to feel sick to his stomach.
He glared at Yin Sa very coldly, not believing that he could not defeat him.
While Yin Sa continued to eat, he was not Angelo. He raised his eyes and his lips were slightly raised. He did not see that the curvature of the corners of his lips seemed to be wider, but it was more
cold.
Angelo strode out. He turned in another direction and walked towards the place where Yin Sa lived. He didn't believe that he would lose to him.
But when he arrived outside the room, he still didn't put down his hand. After holding on for a long time, he closed his eyes, but his stomach began to feel sour.
He turned around and couldn't do it, couldn't do it.
He has never been afraid of anything, but there is only one thing he is afraid of, that is, he cannot live without a woman by his side, and he cannot leave her. That kind of medicine has affected his male dignity, and he does not dare to take risks anymore.
Not long after he left here, Yin Sa walked out from the side. He looked at the direction where Angelo disappeared, and the corners of his lips slightly raised again.
Then he pushed the door open and walked out. After closing the door, he took out a small bottle from his pocket and sprayed some into the air. It was indeed much fresher and there was no smell of strangers here, but it still needed to be disinfected.
Walking to the bed, he looked at the doll on the bed.
He sat by the bed and held the doll in his arms. It was indeed strange for a grown man to play with a doll, but after losing the baby he had loved for fifteen years, he could only rely on this doll to survive.
He felt that his little girl never left him and was always by his side.
Lotte looked at Andrew sitting on the work chair. It seemed that he had been a little busier recently, either staying here all day, or not seeing anyone all day long. She held a rag in her hand and said,
Carefully wiping everything in the room, she lowered her head, feeling indescribable disappointment, but she quickly cheered up.
She just looked at the floor, but didn't see anyone walking in this way.
"Ah..." With a soft cry, she straightened up quickly, but was knocked down to the ground by the force of the person coming.
Andrew stood up quickly, and before he could turn around, there was a loud snap in the air.
His pupils shrank and he quickly stepped forward.
"Mother, she did it unintentionally," don't be angry. He looked at Lotte sitting on the ground complicatedly, while she covered her face with her hands, and a red fingerprint could be faintly seen on her face.
"Andre, do you need someone without eyes like this by your side?" Huang Taihuang rubbed her hand. The slap was so hard that her hand felt pain.
And her feet are still hurting now. It's all because of this stupid woman who stepped on her noble feet.
The Green Emperor crawled straight up from the ground, the light in her eyes flashed from time to time, she lowered her head, and the corners of her eyes slid down for a moment, and then dripped on the floor, and quickly fainted with a touch of water.
Mark of.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she bent very low, very low, without dignity or anything.
The Empress Dowager stared coldly at the little girl who looked like a maid in front of her. The coldness on her face had not diminished, and she had a disgusting face. She hated her for no reason.
"Lotte, get out of here," Andrew frowned slightly, just wanting to let Lotte leave quickly. Her mother had begun to hate her, and he didn't know what else she would do.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Lotte stepped away, but when she turned around, Andrew found the hand on her eyes. She must have been crying.
The Emperor didn't speak or stop him, but everything about Andrew fell completely in her eyes. He had never protected someone like this before, and she was still a maid with a low status.
"Mother, forget it, she is just a child," Andrew withdrew his eyes from Lotte. The first words he said were still pleading, but the coldness in the eyes of the Queen Mother was even colder.
A little heavier.
"Okay, forget it," she closed her eyes slightly, forget it, it's impossible to forget it like this.
"Andrew, it is impossible for a woman without status to enter the palace. You are the acting king, no one else." The Queen Mother looked up at this tall son. He was her pride and his birth.
She has everything she has now, and he has not let her down or let this country down, except that the color of his eyes is like hers, not his father's. Sitting in this position, he will always be a substitute.
King. But a true king.
"I understand, mother." Although Andrew didn't quite understand why his mother said this, he never refuted her teachings.
Is identity really that important? If he can't find someone he likes, then he would rather not have it, as long as his country is enough.
"By the way, mother, why do you suddenly want to come to my place?" He helped his mother sit on the sofa here. He has always respected this mother very much, no matter what kind of person she is, for
What about others, but to them, she is indeed a good mother.