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Chapter 114

The subordinates didn't have the opportunity to go to the hall to see too much of Wu Meier's appearance, and could only see her clothes from a distance, so when they saw Huang Li wearing this dress, and found her in Wu Meier's room, they decided that it was Wu Mei'er. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

An attendant said tremblingly, and his heart could be said to be lying in one groove after another, mud ma, who knew that Wu Mei'er that woman would go back to the room to change clothes, and more importantly, this yellow-haired girl didn't know which tendon was pumped, and actually put on the dress that her young lady had just changed.

So along the way, the two subordinates carried back the yellow bird wearing Wu Meier's clothes, and they didn't find that the person they were carrying was not Wu Meier at all.

The man's face was hidden in the light and shadow, and his eyes were shining with fierce light, and he said angrily: "A group of waste, people will be mistaken!" ”

The man suddenly lost interest, and Huang Li, who was deeply bewildered by the incense of fascination, was still dazed and didn't know what was going on.

The man glanced at Huang Li in disgust, and finally, taking a deep breath, scolded helplessly: "Why are you still stunned, don't you get out of here!" ……”

The two attendants hurriedly carried Huang Li away, the master's temper is unknown to outsiders, but they know, if the master is unhappy, you may suddenly evaporate from the world.

Therefore, they were very scared and trembling, for fear that if the master was unhappy, he would not die.

But now where the people are going to go, these two subordinates have made a difficulty, since they have made the wrong person, they will definitely not be able to come according to the original plan.

So as soon as the two of them combined, they could only hide the woman Huang Li first and talk about it later. Fortunately, the master's mood is not too bad today, otherwise his head will definitely move, and he is afraid when he thinks about it.

The two guys trembled and carried Huang Li, who was still unconscious, out of the room, but the medicinal strength of this fascination incense was very strong, and people couldn't wake up for a while, but if the matter was exposed at this time, then the master's plan would be all in vain.

So the two found a hidden place and hid the oriole in it.

The next day, when the sky was bright, Wu Meier felt that her whole body was in pain, and the symptoms of her poisoning were about to attack again, she stood up in front of her, and found that He Jinghui and herself drank too much wine last night, and when they came back to drink tea, both of them fell asleep on the table.

She was in unbearable pain, beads of sweat fell from the size of beans, this was the hardest moment she had to experience every day, but now the time interval between each attack seemed to be a little larger, it seemed that she drank those spring water and the antidote herbs that she tried to find in her own thoughts, although it did not have the effect of real detoxification, but at least relieved some symptoms.

She looked at He Jingxuan, who was still asleep, and tried to raise her arm, biting her arm tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

The sky gradually brightened completely, the morning sun rose higher and higher, and the whole room shone in with golden light, the golden light hit He Jingxuan's sleeping face, he closed his eyes with long eyelashes, his nose drooped, and his lips were thick and thin, although now because he was still a little strong, the lines on his face were not so resolute and three-dimensional, but in Wu Meier's opinion, he did look honest and cute.

The important thing is that on his face, he always inadvertently, with a gentle and warm smile, as if it is a warm sun in winter, which makes people always want to get closer to him and get closer.

By his side, as long as he appears, it seems that no matter what kind of wind and rain, he will be in the forefront.

He Jinghui and her are in love, although they are not as handsome as the son of the Wind Striker, but it makes Wu Meier feel quiet and down-to-earth every time she sees him.

It seems that with him, everything around him will make people feel at ease, and there is a kind of tranquility that has never been, which makes the body and mind feel relaxed, perhaps, this is the sense of security that He Jinghui once mentioned. The sense of security is not to see how good-looking this man looks, but that he is a responsible, responsible, and upright man, because he is well-informed, Wu Meier knows better the fit of the soul he wants, which is far more important than the handsomeness on the surface.

After counting the days, the one-month deadline is approaching, originally she wanted to rush every day, go to the Western Regions earlier, and fulfill her wish to make a wish, but because Huang Li's liking for the young master of the wind was delayed, Wu Meier felt that as long as she was with He Jinghui, it was actually the same everywhere, and the important thing was that the time they spent together was so beautiful every day.

On the table is also the portrait that He Jinghui drew for Wu Meier in the purple tears last night, and even the naughty puppy is also painted at her feet, Wu Meier feels that every day with He Jinghui is new and interesting.

It's a wonderful feeling to live life and live life to the fullest.

She carefully folded the painting, and she had a sweet smile from the heart, her skin looked even fairer and moving in the moonlight, her big eyes like water waves, her straight and small nose, her soft lips like cherries, and the smiling expression of the pear vortex, these memories were so real that people felt happy, and she had in her mind He Jingshen's serious expression when she was painting.

Wu Meier painted He Jingxuan's appearance in the air, hoping to engrave him deeply in her mind.

She picked up a pen and paper and tried to draw He Jinghui's appearance, although she was not good at drawing portraits, but there were six or seven points of similarity.

She carefully dried the portrait and folded it in half, put it together with the portrait He Jinghui had painted for her, and carefully placed it on the chest of her clothes.

Wu Meier looked at He Jingxuan's sleeping face, and couldn't help but kiss her lightly on the cheek, her kiss was very light, for fear of disturbing his sweet dreams, and a little afraid of being discovered, Wu Meier's pretty face was slightly red after the kiss, the corners of her mouth rose briskly, drawing a good-looking arc, and her heartbeat was like a deer.

Suddenly hearing a noisy sound outside, Wu Meier hurriedly tidied up her clothes, tidied up her hair, walked quickly to the bronze mirror to take a photo, and found that her lip makeup was gone, so she quickly took out the small rouge box she brought with her and touched up her makeup.

He Jinghui was also awakened by the noisy sound, sleepy eyes stretched a lazy waist, Wu Meier looked back at him, she stood in front of the window, outside the window was the garden full of flowers with morning dew, she looked at him against the light, the slender and tall person with a pair of long legs, as if gilded with a layer of gold by this rising sun.

He Jinghui looked at her, and was distracted for a while, feeling that today's Mei'er was extraordinarily beautiful, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as beautiful as this morning dew.

The two looked at each other, bathed in the sun, and at this moment, their hearts were gently plucked, and there was a feeling of heartbeat.

Because it was too noisy outside, Xiao Wangcai got up vigilantly and began to scream non-stop.

He Jinghui suddenly felt that this little guy was sometimes quite slight, but for the sake of being quite clever, in the end, he was able to punish evil and promote good, and knew that he would chase the cats of the unruly county lord, this is a good dog.

Thinking of last night's color is so charming, and Wu Mei'er under the purple tears is as charming as a flower fairy, she is graceful and atmospheric, but she is delicate, and when the pear vortex smiles, I really feel pity.

Wu Meier also looked at He Jinghui with her back to the light, the noise outside and the chickens and dogs jumping seemed to have nothing to do with them, but she felt so beautiful staring at each other like this.

Xiao Wangcai seemed to feel that the barking outside the door did not attract the attention of the owner, so he ran in, and his fluffy little head kept rubbing He Jingyang's hand, which seemed to mean that the owner and the master were lively outside, haven't you always watched the excitement and are not afraid of big things?

Why can't you come out after a long time, but you're really anxious to make money.

He Jinghui looked at Wu Mei'er stupidly like this, he really couldn't bear to disturb such a beautiful morning, until Xiao Wangcai licked his tongue on He Jingxuan's hand, and He Jinghui withdrew his gaze a little embarrassed.

Wu Meier also smiled shyly, this kind of scene of staring in the beautiful morning sun makes Wu Meier feel so beautiful, sometimes life is really simple, you can see every beautiful sunrise and sunset.

It's so nice to be able to share this kind of time with someone you love.

And now everything is so real, like the two paintings on the chest are tightly attached to the chest, placed in the closest place to the heart, with each breath, becoming vivid and vibrant.

Wu Meier Shi Ran smiled and said, "I don't know what's going on outside, so many people feel so noisy." ”

He Jinghui also took a look outside, after all, they were just here as guests, and it seemed that it was really inconvenient to go out to see the excitement if there was really something.

Wu Meier hopes that this is a quiet morning, the sun is warm on her body, and she can watch He Jinghui for a while, and everything will not be disturbed.

Xiao Wangcai saw that he had worked so hard, and his master did not respond to him too much.

So he ran to Wu Meier's feet, and the two front feet hugged Wu Meier's skirt like little hands, with a flattering expression, and the little tail wagged happily.

He Jinghui really despises this dog, when he sees a cat, he is extremely fierce, but when he sees a beautiful girl, he has a head and tail and a flattering expression, so it is not that everyone has a love for beauty, but any creature, but anyone who has a little brain, likes to be beautiful and good-looking.

Really superficial.

He Jinghui first has to admit that he is superficial. It's a world of faces...... Even dogs know about it, let alone people? Not...... After sighing with such a sentence in his heart, He Jinghui instantly felt that he was forced to rise by more than ten percentage points.

Because it really took a lot of effort just now to barely take his eyes off Wu Meier, who was bathed in the sun, quiet and gentle like Guanyin Bodhisattva.