Regardless of how Zhuo Bingshan reacts to his sudden offspring, if she had a theory with Zhuo Bingshan, she would have made a real argument, saying that she could not tolerate other concubines, etc.
Humph, Chen Fei’s abacus is really accurate!
Although she was sad, although she was disappointed...
But if Chen Fei wanted to take this opportunity to plot against her, she would be a big mistake!
With her little tricks, she even made up the God of Wealth, and she was not afraid of bad luck in the future!
It seems that the lesson I taught her last time was not enough!
Jin Yuan sneered, hugged Chuyi and stood up and said, "Go and go!"
Concubine Chen wanted to see her sad and lonely, but she was not sad and lonely for her to show her!
Xiaoqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and at the end, she did not forget to remind Jin Yuan: "Miss Jin Yuan, don't take the initiative to mention Concubine Chen..."
Jin Yuan waved her hand and arrived at Zhuo Yanchong's bedroom.
Zhuo Yanchong didn't seem to have any strange emotions and said with a faint smile: "Xiao Yuanbaoer, I specially made two more pots of wine in the kitchen today..."
The voice is still so gentle...
Gentle to her heart breaks
The originally proud momentum collapsed when he heard his voice!
She wanted to pretend not to care...
But how could she not care?
"Little Yuanbaoer?"
Zhuo Yanchong noticed that Jin Yuan was different from usual, with a calm face, and stretched out her big palm to cover her forehead, but she subconsciously avoided it.
She could avoid his big palm, but she didn't know if she could avoid his tenderness...
Zhuo Yanchong's hand was stiff in the air
He looked at her quietly for a while, and various complex expressions flashed in his eyes.
In the end, he still didn't get angry and waved to Jin Yuan calmly and said, "Little Yuanbaoer, sit down!"
Jin Yuan sat down silently in her arms with Chu Yi
No matter what Zhuo Yanchong said, she was silent and unwilling to accept the taste.
Even Zhuo Yan poured a glass of wine and handed it to her, she just shook her head
"Xiao Yuanbaoer, this is your favorite osmanthus wine..."
Jin Yuan looked at the osmanthus wine that was still emitting the fragrance of wine in a daze. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Although I like fine wine, I always make mistakes every time I drink..."