Chapter 1302: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 174
She could not care about this title, or she could ignore the insulting of her mother and son, but how could Mrs. Xue, who sent her daughter to this garden with her own hands, accept this fact?
There are so many things that Xue Wu has never dared to tell her mother, just because she is afraid that her mother will worry about her situation when she doesn’t even have freedom.
Even more unwilling to be my mother, I will regret and feel guilty for her for life
There were countless thoughts in my heart quickly, but Xue Wu kept gritting her teeth and silently
Just because I was too clear, my plea was useless to Murong Yanran
From beginning to end, everyone in the Murong family believed that if she had not saved Lingwu and Nangong Xuan, there would have been no such thing as an accident in Youlijie.
Murong Yanran's husband will not die, and Qin Hua's legs will not break
Pray, something that made Murong Yanran more happy. What she wanted to see was originally her discomfort and anxious.
A smile gradually emerged from the corner of Xuewu's mouth
Jingjing looked at Murong Yanran for a moment, and bent her knees and reached a blessing: "In this way, Xuewu will definitely prepare in advance that day..."
Before I finished speaking, my hair hurts sharply
Murong Yanran grabbed Xue Wu's hair, lowered her head, stared at Xue Wu's forced face, and said coldly, "It seems that someone has taught you to become more powerful these days."
Xue Wu's indifferent reaction was the one she most reluctant to see
Xue Wu endured the pain, looked straight into Murong Yanran's eyes, and said softly: "Xue Wu just did what her mother told me, and I don't know why her mother was angry."
Listening to Xue Wu's words, Murong Yanran's hand holding Xue Wu's hair tighter
After a while, I slowly let go of my fingers, glanced at Xuewu meaningfully, and turned back to Nangong Xuan's room.
Push open the door, stand by the door and watch Nangong Xuan sitting next to the table while drinking tea while holding a book
"My husband, you haven't slept yet?"
Nangong Xuan seemed to know that Murong Yanran was back, curled his lips and smiled indifferently, put down the books in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Yanran: "Madam doesn't look very good, are you worried?"