Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

Ye Qingli thought for a long time, but did not remember where the woman had seen.

After all, there are too many people she has seen, maybe she just forgot.

"Right, Tianyimen, is it really powerful?"

She glanced at Jun Aohan.

"Will there be any trouble?"

"Do not worry."

Jun Aohan shook Ye Qingli's hand hard.

"Don't worry, there is me."

Just six words.

However, with determination, with confidence.

This is a solemn promise made by a man to protect his woman.

He is willing to spoil her unconditionally, love her, tolerate everything about her, watch her in trouble, watch her in trouble ...

Then, he came out to clean up the mess for her.

He just likes to let her live so carefree.

Ye Qingli sticks her tongue out.

She was also aroused by these people who feel too good about themselves today.

Then, let out a vent.

It was only now that she remembered that it seemed that she might actually get into trouble.

However, the man's words made her feel at ease.

She suddenly realized that she didn't need to live so tired at all, and didn't have to worry about so many things.

Anyway, with this man by his side, he is enough to get everything done.

"Hey, sometimes I really feel ashamed."

She said in a voice like a mosquito.

If it were n’t for Jun Aohan ’s skill, he would not be able to hear it.

She found that she was getting used to having this man by her side.

If she didn't handle everything for herself, she didn't seem to know how to go on.

What is this called?

Dependence?

Ye Qingli found that since he met this man, he really changed too much.

Before switching to, she would never be so comfortable, enjoying the care and consideration of a man.

Now, she felt that this was simply taken for granted.

She looked at Jun Aohan with tenderness.

Now, she is used to having him by her side.

She used to be so spoiled and spoiled by him.

Keep going like this ...

The two men got into the carriage arm in arm.

Of course, this collapsed building can only be handed over to the side, the river with clouds of tears to deal with.

It was only at night that she returned to the palace with a large bag of things.

Xiao He saw that she came back with several bags, and said with a bitter face: "Miss, the storeroom in the yard can't fit anymore."

Although Jun Aohan said long ago, Ye Qingli is not only the hostess of this royal palace, she is simply the host here.

All the plants and trees here belong to her. She can mobilize everything here.

However, Xiaohe's consciousness as a close girl is still deeply rooted.

She believes that even if Ye Qingli married into the Palace of the Ghost King, she should still have her own dowry and private property.

And these should be separated from the husband's property.

Therefore, she built a small warehouse in the yard, and she took care of it carefully, and never let outsiders in.

"is it?"

Ye Qingli asked in surprise.

"I remember, that warehouse is quite big."

"It's very big, but, you can't hold up to you, and keep buying things."

Xiaohe is about to cry.

She found that although the young lady was very talented in making money, she seemed to have no concept of wealth at all.