Ziyu slowly pinched the mink blanket under her body. It was so soft, so soft that it made her heart soften.
Does Beiming Changfeng really like her? But their meeting was so bad, he really...
"Brother's woman, you speak." Bei Mingyou was dissatisfied that Ziyu didn't speak.
Talk, say what?
She said that she never thought that Beiming Changfeng, who was accustomed to controlling the life and death of others and was the patron saint of the twenty-seven cities in Zhenbei, would remember such a trivial thing about her?
"Young Master...he is very powerful and will not suffer any loss." After thinking about it for a moment, Ziyu spoke.
Bei Minyou was immediately dissatisfied: "It's one thing not to suffer a loss, but it's another thing whether you care or not. My father is very powerful, but my mother cares about him very much."
From the safety of going out to fight to the smallest things, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, his mother had made good arrangements for his father and knew everything.
But why is the eldest brother's woman different from his mother, so that he can't feel that kind of caring friendship?
Ziyu looked at Bei Mingyou. Children don't understand the adult world, but they are the most sensitive. They can feel good and bad, true and false.
She has a crush on Beiming...
"that……"
"Young man, I don't want to listen to what you say to fool me." The little fat hand stretched out to cover Ziyu's mouth. Bei Minyou reached out and patted Ziyu's face: "My eldest brother is the best, you have to be very nice to him.
Good, good, otherwise I won't like you, even though you are also very good."
Children's words are innocent but extremely sincere.
Ziyu smiled slowly after hearing this, stretched out his arms and hugged Bei Minyou and raised two fingers: "Okay, I will be very, very good to him."
"Yeah." Bei Mingyou nodded heavily, that's right, the eldest brother's woman should be as kind to him as a mother is to her father.
Holding Bei Mingyou in his arms, Ziyu turned his head and looked at the passing scenery outside the carriage, gently holding the soft mink fur blanket in his hand.
She had been holding on to the idea that Beiming Changfeng wanted her, and she couldn't resist, so she lay down and enjoyed it. When one day Beiming Changfeng got tired of it, she waved her hand and left with a large amount of property. How cool and unrestrained.
However, now he told her that Beiming Changfeng loved her.
This is a scary topic.
Can she still believe in love?
This, bastard thing.
The gentle breeze blows through the mountains and forests, and the mountain flowers bloom romantically. They bloom in clusters beside the mountain streams and all over the mountains and fields. They depend on each other in pairs and in pairs.
Ziyu and his party walked over mountains and ridges, along streams and alleys, for four days.
Pushing open the carriage window, Ziyu looked out at the desolate mountains: "Where are we going?" It's been four days. Calculating the day and night journey, I'm afraid it's hundreds of miles if not thousands of miles.
According to the terrain, we have reached the northeast. Where are we going?
"We'll be there soon." This time, Han Yang, who was guarding outside the carriage, spoke.
Arriving soon? Their destination is this barren mountain?
Ziyu looked up at the scene around him and frowned slightly, what on earth was he trying to do?
"Boom..." Just as he was frowning, a huge roar suddenly came from the distance, as if something collapsed.
"Stop." Han Yang, who was in the lead, immediately stopped his horse and stood upright, turning his head to look over.
Immediately afterwards, the car body shook slightly.
"What's going on?" Bei Minyou on the carriage looked down at the carriage in surprise.