Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song is surprised. Isn't she on the battlefield? Why did you suddenly come back to the Cold House?

“The Emperor has arrived! ”

“The Queen Mother is here! ”

All of a sudden, the voice of the High Duke came out.

Song is not worried, Dongfang Xuan?

I haven't waited for Song to relax before God, the old door, “squeaking”, was pushed open.

Two gorgeous figures emerged.

Oriental Xuan attacked the dragon-type yellow gown and wore Xuan black phoenix boots.

Coarse eyebrows like swords, eyes like eagle falcons.

The fierce Dan Phoenix's eyes exude the King's qi, the hegemony leaks on the side, the cruelty is extreme.

Come with him, it's the queen.

The queen attacked the noble black gown, Yongrong is gorgeous.

“East...”

Song Wuxi just said it. The queen suddenly came up and slapped her. He said sternly: “Bold! The Emperor's name, too. Can you call it straight? ”

A slap down, Song's worry-free face, hot pain.

Covering her face, she glanced cold at the queen and looked at Oriental Xuan: “Why? Why are you doing this to me? ”

She suppressed the almost hysterical roar and stared hard at Oriental Xuan: “What have I done wrong? You're going to give me the Nine Clans and give me the White House? ”

Oriental looked at her coldly, "You did nothing wrong. ”

“No mistake. Why did you do this to me? ”

“You're worth more dead than alive.” The man's lips flickered and he spoke ruthlessly.

The queen's toes looked at her exaltedly, with a smug smile on her mouth.

“…” Song was not worried, his heart was cut like a knife, two lines of tears continued to flow.

She's worth more than life?

They're all dead. What's the value?

Song has nothing to worry about. He doesn't love her anymore.

He now sits in the back palace of Kali 3,000, forgetting how she walked all the way with him for the past eight years.

She turned around, stopped looking at them and wept.

Oriental Xuan looked cold at her thin back shadow, hands in the sleeve of the dragon, squeezed into fists...

……

“Does it hurt?” Gu Xiao saw Song's worry-free corner of eyes shed tears, frowned, some heartache.

With his finger belly, he gently wiped the tears of Song's worry-free corner, his dark phoenix eyes became immensely deep.

He looked at her with starry eyes, with tenderness and care.

How can it not hurt to throw it from the horse's back and smash it into the sculpture?

Fortunately, there are no fractures, no surgery required, otherwise it will hurt even more.

Dry the tears in the corner of his eyes, it won't be long before they flow again. Gu Zheng doesn't know how heartbroken it is.

He wondered if she was crying in a coma the last time she had a car accident without a baby, and the injury was worse.

Now, he regrets, regrets that when she gets hurt, he doesn't come around...

……

“Bang!”

The bedside lamp in the bedroom was suddenly on.

Pastoral sat on the bed ~ up.

His breathing was a little rushed and he gasped slightly.

Always a warm peach blossom eye, when it jumps in a light that is difficult to calm.

He had that dream again.

This dream, often.

Before, he didn't feel anything. He thought he'd read too many fantasy novels.

But when he heard what Song said before he was unconscious, he didn't think it was a normal dream.

Ancient Pastoral hearts, at this time rolling with frightening emotions.

His eyes became as deep as a thousand years old tank, and he could not see the bottom.

Pastoral looked out the window. Oh, it's already dawn?

He got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom barefoot, and was going downstairs to make breakfast.

“Sister, are we going to see that bitch in the hospital today?” Before walking into the kitchen, Song Yumei's angry voice was heard inside.