"Song Ke'er, what do you like about Junzi Mo? His unparalleled appearance or his noble status?"
The words sounded coldly
Song Keer hugged her body and huddled on the long stone stool, looking at Ling Chuchu blankly.
Yes, what does she like about Zimo?
She had never thought about such a problem. She only knew that the moment she saw Zimo, she was shocked by his beauty. From then on, her heart completely fell.
"I like everything about him"
Ling Chuchu raised her eyebrows and glanced at the somewhat annoyed man, especially after seeing the blush on his mouth that belonged to Song Ke'er, her eyes suddenly became sharp and her brows furrowed even tighter.
She doesn't understand feelings, but she also knows that a man with Jun Zimo's qualifications has everything every woman fantasizes about in a man. Many times, those women only like him because of a beautiful fantasy.
"If one day he becomes disfigured, so ugly that if you look at him, you will want to vomit that he has subjugated his country and is destitute, and needs to beg on the streets. Will you still like him?"
Song Ke'er opened her mouth wide because of her words, and the expressions on her face changed several times at once. It seemed that she couldn't imagine and accept the what-ifs Ling Chuchu said.
"No, Zimo's kung fu is very good, no one can hurt him, and the Nanzhao Kingdom is so powerful that it will definitely not be destroyed."
She will never think about the bad side of Zimo in her mind. Zimo is the best man in the world, and those what-ifs Ling Chuchu said will not happen.
Ling Chuchu just smiled and lowered her gaze. Sure enough, the only good thing this woman fell in love with was Jun Zimo, but no one is perfect. One day, she will also find a lot of shortcomings in Jun Zimo.
"What you like is Junzi Mo who still has everything. In your heart, Junzi Mo is an omnipotent god. One day he loses everything and cannot give you the life you want. He needs you to chop wood for cooking and choose
When the water washes away your clothes, you will regret that you went to seek death and life for him today."
Song Ke'er shook her head vigorously, obviously shocked by Ling Chuchu's words. This woman must have other intentions for saying this. She must not want Zimo to marry her.
"No, no, no matter what Zimo becomes, I still like him and he will never change."
Ling Chuchu was a little bored. The pain in her lower abdomen, which had already healed a lot, seemed to be getting worse. She stood up, without looking at anyone, holding her stomach and striding toward her room.
"Come here, take Ke'er back to the palace. Don't let anything happen on the way."
Junzi Mo saw Ling Chuchu's reaction. When he left, he held his stomach, fearing that it would hurt again. He gave a few hurried instructions and ignored Song Ke'er, who was crying so hard that his heart was broken.
Regardless of how wet he was, he raised his feet and quickly chased after her.
"Lian'er, does it hurt again? Let me rub it."
Her big hand grabbed Ling Chuchu's small hand, but she shook it away vigorously, and then kicked him unceremoniously, knocking him back a few steps.
"Go away, don't bother me, or I'll beat you every time I see you."
Ling Chuchu didn't appreciate it at all, she looked furious and growled:
Jun Zimo touched his nose and did not dare to provoke her. He knew that he was asking for trouble. He raised his eyes and saw Dr. Li coming in a hurry. He immediately ordered
"Mr. Li, please check on Lian'er quickly. She has a stomachache."
Dr. Li touched the sweat on his head and looked at the woman with an unkind expression. His heart skipped a beat when the prince was kicked just now. He could see clearly that if the woman was unhappy, she would also give him such a beating.
Feet, that would be troublesome
"Mr. Li, he has an illness here. If he doesn't get treatment, he may become terminally ill."
Ling Chuchu pointed at Jun Zimo's head, then turned around and walked away, leaving two men with black lines on their heads messy in the wind.
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