Chapter 931 : Is it getting more and more uncomfortable
This man must really like Ting Qingyu, and Ting's parents also know it.
"I said I would never marry."
"What? Ah... this is really... too persistent." Ting's mother shook her head, feeling regretful and sad.
So what if my daughter is so lucky in love? There can only be one person who can stay with her for the rest of her life.
"Let me tell you, he may change his mind later. Well, that's what happens when you fall out of love. Xiaoyu has time to enlighten him more. I'm old and don't know how to communicate with young people." Ting's father nodded.
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"Dad, you are totally wrong. Chuoluo's ideas are those of your generation. They are stubborn as hell. It would be better if you have time to chat with him!" Xiaoyu touched his head and whispered, "But,
Chuo Luo is also quite cute, I just want to chat with him when I have time."
"Okay, let's get going. It's the end of another busy day!" Father Ting chuckled, pretending to be happy.
The disappearance of their daughter has already hit them hard.
But no matter what, they still have to live well. They still have Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu is their hope for survival.
Chuoluo lay quietly on the bed, with dim light. He had been in modern times for a while, and gradually adapted to the convenience here, but he missed the days in Changbi Palace strongly.
There were sorrows and joys. Although he didn't disdain the days spent with his male concubines at the time, when he thinks about them now, he is still so melancholy.
I hope Yuer will live happily there...
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Different time and space, Ming Dynasty Youfeng Mountain.
In June, the sun is like fire and the days are flying by.
The frequency of Cheyue's "attacks" is getting shorter and shorter, but...when he is "affected", he is always on the mountain, and there will always be a place where the trees are "destroyed" by him.
Every time at this time, Ting Qingyu would be by his side, with a worried look on his face.
This time, Cheyue frantically cut the trees here into firewood shapes. Ting Qingyu watched on the side, hey, these days, there is no need to chop firewood anymore.
At the end, Cheyue was sweating profusely and leaning against a big tree stump, panting. Ting Qingyu quickly stepped forward and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"What's going on? Is it getting more and more uncomfortable?"