But ... it would be different if Fuer could enter Shuijia.

Her furry is so lively and smart, maybe he really can not see her.

Just thinking of Fuer's young age to be a stepmother, Yue Xueqin sighed again, a bitter smile on her face.

"I don't see, Mom, I don't want to see him!" Tian Fu'er's eyes flickered, she restrained her anger, hooked Yue Xueqin's neck, and said coquettishly, "You know, there are so many young people in this imperial capital Caijun, after seeing me, they were entangled with me. If I met him, what would he do if he refused to marry me? "

At the thought of this kind of thing happening, Tian Fu'er frowned: "Mom, you know my temperament too. If the young master of the Shui family forces me, I will definitely kill my net, and I will never marry a sick seedling. Dragging Tianjia, is this what parents want to see? "

Moreover, with her identity and appearance, the other masters of the water home are more than enough. Why do you have to choose the sick seedling?

The Shui family is not alone.

She has always been arrogant and arrogant.

Yue Xueqin's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it after all.

"Well, I'm just here to ask you for your opinions. If you don't want to, even if I don't want to, I believe my lover can find a very good partner."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and walked out of the door, thinking about how to deal with the wind.

Since many years ago, she gave birth to Fuer and hurt her body, and since then, Fuer is her heart and flesh, how can she have the heart to force her to marry someone she doesn't love?

So, this matter, she will help Fu'er refuse ...

...

The Shuijia Bieyuan is antique and unique.

It is estimated that no one thought that in today's China, there would be such a delicate courtyard house, giving people a feeling of flowing water with a small bridge.

At this moment, in the bedroom decorated with ancient style, the two people stared at each other with big eyes, and were looking at each other.

In the end, the man spoke first.

His voice was low and hoarse, but calm and magnetic.

"You have been staring at me for two days. Have you seen enough?"

After hearing the man's words, Xiao Baozi finally withdrew his gaze, his eyes full of surprise and schadenfreude: "Bad dad, if you become like this, will your mother recognize you?"

The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly. He lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "I believe her, no matter what I become, she will recognize me at a glance."

Their feelings are no longer physical but deep into the soul.

The kind of breath embedded in the soul is unmatched by anyone.

"Bad dad, why did my mother and I come to this place directly, and you still need to use someone else's flesh to come?" The little bun held his small head, blinking his bright eyes like stars, looking up at the man in front .

The man's face is no longer completely similar to him, at most it is only affected by the soul, and there are two or three points of imagination.

Of course, the only thing that hasn't changed is that this man is still wicked and domineering.

"Because I do n’t have any heaven as a medium, the national master used all his strength to get me to this place, and he had to use someone else ’s body, so he found this dead body for me, only , I came eight years earlier than you ... "

Eight years ago, the young master of the Shui family was seriously ill in bed. In fact, he was not dead nine, but was already dead.