Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Chapter 151 Good Times as a Dream (2)

Five or seven, can the master handle it? The White War Maple only makes a small joke every time, say it's okay.

Yet Five and Seven know that Young Master is amazing. Over the years, the more stores the wind family has opened, the riches have hidden the ultra-white fictitious home.

White War Maple suddenly dropped the ledger and rubbed his eyebrows. “No, it's wrong again. ”

Five or seven, curious, asked, "Young master, is this the wrong account? ”

White War Maple shook his head and smiled, “Young Master. ”

Young master seems to be in a good mood? Five or seven faces full of black lines, “You always miscalculate and still so... happy? ”

The White War Maple just laughed, paused, and suddenly remembered something. The voice hurried, “Little brother's night snack, did you order it to go on? ”

Five or seven tears run, “Young master, forgive me, this is the third time you have asked, I have already ordered the small one. ”

The White War Maple nodded with satisfaction, "The reward is due. ”

“Well, don't forget to remind me to use it with her. ”

When did you see him like this? Five or seven freaked out, without a good airway: “I have every reason to believe that even if I don't mention you, you won't forget--”

He didn't finish his speech, a panicked voice interrupted him, "Young Master, Young Master, no, no! ”

The door was pushed in by coincidence. She cried in tears. “Young master, the young lady won't let the slaves wait for the bath. If you... go...”

By the time the White War Maple had gone to the place where Anhui had stayed, several maidens had stood out in fear, and everyone was wet, one more than the other.

The young master also walked so fast... he followed Qiao Qiao Qiao panting in the back and said: “Young master, let the slave summarize again, the girl is in the temper, don't let us touch her. ”

“Yeah, she said that as long as Lin Sheng...” A maiden interface, “we heard her calling you that, so we had to find you. ”

Five, seven, one, two. "Uh, you mean, do you want the master to help her with the bath? ”

“Not us, girls.” Qiao crossed five or seven glances.

Five or seven mutters, “You can't ask the master to wait for you, why don't I go? ”

”- [sic]"...

White War Maple frowned, a handsome face slightly red, he usually decided quickly, at this time he didn't know what to do.

“Lin Sheng, Lin Sheng, where are you...”

The whining came from inside, and the White War Maple was in a hurry. He bit his teeth and said, "Qiao, do you have a handkerchief? Let me borrow it. ”

Everyone stared at the young master and took the handkerchief. He tied it to his eyes and pushed the door in.

Soon, there was a sound of something falling down inside, and she scratched her face, "Uh, on the ground... the girl just fell a lot of things. ”

This fall... can't be Young Master? The crowd looked at each other and finally couldn't hold back their mouths and laughed.

“I said, can you laugh?” Five or seven angry: “Young master falls or young master, young master falls are also right...”

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In the room.

White War Maple laughed bitterly, the place was wet and piecemeal, he kicked through a lot of things... never tried so lukewarm, but his heart was rejoicing...

He listened carefully, recognised the position of breathing, a gentle leap, to the side of the bathtub, the shape was square, and he heard the sweet call, "Lin Sheng. ”

“Little brother.” He echoed and took a step aside silently.

“What are you doing ignoring me? They took my clothes off, and I was scared.” Xuanxiao patted the waterflower, yielding.

“I'm sorry, it was my brother who neglected me. Um... Brother, have you finished your bath? Put your clothes on. Brother, can I have dinner with you?” The White War Maple said, moving one step further.

When he heard the water ticking, his throat was slightly tight.

Though only for a moment, he had seen the White War Maple, and he had fallen in love with Xueben. At this time, he only felt his ear and root face burn like fire.

Xuan laid down by the barrel and looked curiously at the white war maple that had gone further and further away. His eyes turned. “Lin Sheng, my face hurts so much...”

She screamed “Ouch”, covered her mouth and looked at the White War Maple with a smile.

Corning had drugged her before. She was so invisible that she didn't want to show weakness to Murong Lin and others in her consciousness. Except to think of the dragon when she was not in a great mood, she also endured death at the beginning of the injury, and didn't say much. Before the poison had reached the time of the attack, the knife wound on her face was still extremely painful, but she endured it. However, although her memory was biased, her mind was not clear, and the protection of men and women was blurred, but ultimately her nature did not take off. In her heart, she thought that the White War Maple was a very close person, so she spanked him.

If it was someone else, the White War Maple would have heard of Tae Ni. He was concerned and confused. He heard a shouting pain. His body moved and he had folded back.

“Brother, bear with me. Brother, find it now...”

He was just saying, all he could hear was the noise of water, and his eyes were bright and bright.

Instead, he stood up and ripped off his handkerchief.

The candle flame shook slightly and the beautiful white torso of the woman appeared uncovered in front of him.

He looked at her, forgetting to turn away for a moment.

After a while, he turned around hastily, scolded himself and muttered: “Brother, give me back my handkerchief, we are not married yet...”

But suddenly, the walrus screamed, horrified and scared in his voice.

“You're naughty again -" the White War Maple scolded, and there was a little bit of helplessness in his voice.

“Don't, don't, ah...” Until the sound of shrieking and crying came, the White War Maple realized that she was in trouble. He was shocked and turned around, but saw Xuan staring dead at the bronze mirror hanging from the screen in front of him, full of fear, the bronze mirror reflected a scratchy cloth, a small face filled with flowers and vines.

Before she took a bath, she was surrounded by the crowd, did not see the mirror, now she stood up, but the height matched the copper mirror.

The White War Maple is rushed and angry. Didn't you tell her where she lived she could never put a mirror? How could you be so negligent?

“It's not me, it's not me...” Xuan mumbled, her eyes were red, she suddenly yelled, her hands held her head, squatted down, and sighed: “It hurts, don't come over, don't come over, you guys go away...”

There was a cloth towel for wiping on the screen. Where else could the White War Maple take care of anything at this time? Reach out and pull off the cloth towel. Wrap it around the body and take her out of the bucket and put her on the bed.

“Brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there will be a cure.” Holding his trembling body tightly in his arms, his heart aches and his voice trembles slightly.

Knife wounds may not restore her initial appearance, but Corning is surgery, medication, reducing scars, but the poison is tricky, and he says, I don't know if it's comforting or comforting.

Her crying came from his arms. The clothes on his chest were wet. The White War Maple bit his teeth tight and thought, at any cost, it was important to help her get rid of the poison.

“How can it be cured?” Xuan suddenly pushed him away and asked angrily.

“Yes, I will!” The White War Maple focused on how to comfort her with her words, but did not notice her eyes at this time, slightly changed.

Sad, but clear.

Smiling, he looked straight into the eyes of the White War Maple and asked: “Aren't you afraid of this kind of ghost? ”

“I'm not afraid.” That's not false thinking.

“Liar! ”

No, not even ugly, just... like a monster woman.

She stared into his eyes, his eyes deep and clear, his eyes filled with pain and pity, and some emotions she didn't know about, but she was not afraid at all.

Xuan smiled and bitterness was a little sore emotion that quickly covered up all the senses.

“Thank you, whoever you are. ”