Shangguan Chen stayed at home with Han Zhiyan every day, chatting and laughing with her, taking her out for a walk, and even cooking the most delicious nutritious meals for her with great care.
On this day, early in the morning, before it was completely light, Han Zhiyan was sleeping peacefully and peacefully in Shangguan Chen's arms.
Shangguan Chen sighed and couldn't help but raise his hand to caress her delicate face, his eyes became softer and softer.
Silently lowering his head and leaving a kiss on her lips, listening to her steady breathing and her vital heartbeat, he felt that the whole world seemed to be infected by her tranquility, peaceful and beautiful.
He got up gently and left the room without leaving a trace.
It's not that he doesn't want to wake up with her, but he must deal with all those who should be dealt with as soon as possible.
He didn't want anyone to hurt her to appear in front of her again.
He only hopes that what she sees is worry-free beauty.
Precisely because he cared so much about any feelings in her heart, he wanted to create a clean and beautiful country for her.
No harm, no intrigue!
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At ten o'clock in the morning, in the cold basement, the ground was in a mess!
Shangguan Chen sat calmly, just stretched out his hand and tapped the arm of the chair at hand, making a clear and crisp sound.
That voice was sweet, crisp, loud, and extremely beautiful, but it contained a strong and powerful gloom that made people shudder.
At this moment, the air in the basement was thin and suffocating, making it difficult to move.
Shangguan Chen was sitting there, with several expressionless men in black standing beside him. They were majestic and majestic.
A man with a bright light and a lot of eyes has a murderous luster lingering on his unblemished face.
The sound of the fingertips tapping made a crisp sound, which was extremely terrifying.
Pei Wen also said lightly with a gloomy face, "Young Master Chen, he still refuses to speak!"
Shangguan Chen didn't say a word. There was a thousand-year cold air floating between his brows, and there was a faint trace of icy air, which made people tremble.
The whole person looks like a person with an extraordinary aura. The thin, light-colored and sexy lips are outlined in a beautiful arc, and there is a hint of a smile that is not a smile. It is completely natural, giving off a sense of ethereal elegance.
It seems to be a pure and clean snowflake that has not changed for thousands of years, but it makes people look different.
Powerful and domineering, these descriptions cannot describe one thousandth of his royal demeanor, like a mythical and elegant fairy.
For a moment, Shangguan Chen raised his head and glared at each other coldly. Because of his subtle movements at this moment, the basement instantly became dead silent, and he could not even hear his breathing.
Immediately, he stood up elegantly, took a few steps with his tall figure, and curved his lips, saying in a subtle and beautiful way, nonchalantly, "Very good, Shangguan Jin."
Then, with a snap of his fingers, the man in black behind him walked with steady and loud steps in front of the bruised Shangguan Jin.
The man in black took out the legendary weapon that destroyed the palace, and expressionlessly tore off Shangguan Jin's remaining restraints.
Shangguan Jin, who was dying, couldn't help but have a trace of panic on his bloody face, and he clenched his hands.
He smiled slightly with difficulty, with a touch of pride, and his voice was weak, but very clear: "Shangguanchen, even so, it can't change the established fact, can it? What's under my crotch!"
Suddenly, Shangguan Chen's calmness and elegance suddenly left him. He lost his mind and kept saying "Do it!"
The man in black was about to strike with a selfless look, when a weak and stubborn voice sounded.