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Chapter 940 : The Nuannuan Fox

Yin Yijie kissed my forehead reluctantly and quickly opened the door and went out.

In a hurry, he left.

Standing at the door, pursing my slightly swollen lips, I felt like I was losing something.

"Do you miss him so soon?"

Yuhubing stood under the opposite wall, looking at me and laughing.[

Why is this so unpleasant?

I frowned, ignored him, and turned around and left.

If he hadn't brought me, I wouldn't have known this.

If you don’t see it, you will live a quiet life differently?

So, he couldn't make fun of me.

Besides, we have someone to imagine.

Where is him?

well

You can't make fun of others in pain like this, I think.

Yuhubing followed me and stopped talking.

Passing by one place, there are many people.

There seems to be someone inside getting angry, but I am not interested.

It was not too late to get home, Yuhubing personally sent me back.

I feel comfortable not at home, and I don’t know when I left.

Although, adults always have something to do, it is normal to go out.

But if you don’t come back at night, it’s a bit unnatural.

I turned on all the lights at home and the air conditioners in the house were on, but it seemed a little cold.

I looked at it, 26 degrees.

Go to the balcony and take a look, the window is closed.[

Forget it, I turned back to the living room, Yuhubing stood there, looking at me quietly.

I forced a smile. There was no one else at home, and I was alone and widowed. Isn’t it a bit inconvenient for him to be here?

But if he leaves, I will be alone.

Just by myself, staying alone in the empty room.

Yin Yijie seemed to be with Fan Shanshan.

I am just a fake Princess of Yu. The twelve o'clock rings, and the beautiful carriage will turn back into a pumpkin, and the handsome coachman will turn back into a dog

"I feel comfortable and may not come back today, take good care of yourself."

There was a little sigh and pity in Yuhu Bing's words, but I was not familiar with it.

He had never spoken to me like this, he was always warm to the fox.

Why, hey, I feel like I’m chanting an eulogy.

I suddenly understood a little when I painted the glass in the background wall

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