Han Wuque walked out of the study with a stack of processed official documents. With a glance of his blue eyes, he saw Shasha not far away whispering very intimately with a big white dog. He felt a little strange. Could it be that he came from the inn?
Guest?
As soon as his eyes turned, he fixed on the woman sitting in front of the wooden table. The woman was wearing a white gauze, and the appearance of her face could not be clearly seen. She was dressed in red and exuded the aura of keeping strangers away. Originally, red was a symbol
The warm color, worn on this woman, perfectly blends with her unique aura of indifference, and it instantly catches the eye.
Suddenly, he remembered what Cai Die said to him that day, and took another look at the two dogs biting their ears. He was very sure that this big white dog was probably the male dog that Shasha liked.
"Cadie, who is this?'
Han Wuque walked to Ling Chuchu's side, looked at Cai Die with a smile on his face and asked
"Little prince, this is Miss Lian'er from the Second Prince's Palace. Because Shasha is leaving tomorrow, I brought Xiaobai here to say goodbye to Shasha."
Caidi took the official document from Han Wuque's hand and introduced it enthusiastically.
Lian'er from the Second Prince's Palace? Junzi Mo's future princess?
Han Wuque was no stranger to this name. The fact that Jun Zimo did not hesitate to offend Sheng Yan again and again for this girl Lian'er had long been spread. A few days ago, this woman crushed the bones of the Crown Princess's hand in the street and destroyed the Crown Prince's.
Rong, already famous
This woman is truly a legend!
"Miss Lian'er, my name is Han Wuque, you can call me Wuque"
Ling Chuchu withdrew her gaze from Xiaobai, looked at the man in front of her who smiled slightly at her, said nothing, and nodded.
His name has nothing to do with her at all, but when she is a guest in someone else's house, she can only express it, otherwise, she won't even raise her eyelids.
Han Wuque obviously didn't expect that he would encounter such a soft nail. He touched his nose and sat down on the chair next to her. He had to say that this woman's indifference aroused his interest.
"Miss Lian'er, how is the Second Prince doing lately?"
Ling Chuchu didn't even raise her head, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was considering whether to answer his question for a long time before she said something.
"You can just go to the Second Prince's Mansion and have a look. You and I are not familiar enough to chat about everyday things."
One sentence decisively silenced Han Wuque. This woman's indifference had reached a certain extreme. Just now, he thought she would choose to ignore his problem and ignore his existence. It was hard to imagine that Jun Zimo and her were usually the same.
how to communicate
The two of them just sat in silence, neither of them saying anything. Ling Chuchu's eyes stared straight ahead, only focusing on Xiao Bai. Han Wuque glanced at her from time to time, seeming to be thinking deeply about something.
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