Chapter 122: Why is there no name for His Highness?
"I haven't thought of it yet, but in the future," Hua Wan's words were interrupted by the pain on her lips.
This damn man
After a long time, Hua Wan was able to breathe off her breath in suffocation.
At this time, her beautiful eyes fell on Mu Han's cold-filled face, and she was full of catharsis, and a trace of sourness crossed her heart
If he loves not the woman on the shadow wall
Tian Muhan gently bit Hua Wan's red and swollen lips, and there was a trace of mist in her phoenix eyes.
This woman is hopelessly beautiful.
"Why don't you have my name?" Mu Han asked rhetorically.
Hua Wan's brain didn't turn anymore: "Do you want to commit suicide?"
"Go eat grilled fish" Mu Han sighed, let go of Hua Wan, and waited for Hua Wan to answer with a sideways face.
"I'm not going" Hua Wan bit her lip, and her heart was already soaked.
"Otherwise, let's eat something else" Mu Han approached again, his slender fingers hooking the ribbon around Hua Wan's waist.
Hua Wan felt that her head was a little blindfolded by the domineering kiss he had just given: "What to eat"
"How about the wind and snow" Mu Han was approaching, and she really made him endure a lot of fire.
"Grilled fish, I want to eat grilled fish." Hua Wan pursed her lips and looked at the smug smugness that crossed the corners of Mu Han's mouth.
This man is hopelessly charming.
While speaking, Mu Han turned around, took the light fur on the chair with his wide arms, and took the lead out of the study.
"Is it necessary to bring it?" Hua Wan muttered, straightened her folded collar, and walked out.
Seeing Helan City in May, a lot of flowers have bloomed.
It doesn't seem to be that cold anymore.
Outside the door, the night breeze is slow, and the moon hangs in the sky.
Mu Han stood under the plane tree, tilting his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked a touch of arc.
"Demonic" Hua Wan looked at Mu Han under the sycamore tree and slandered.
The man is so good-looking, he is really no different from a demon.
And Mu Han, not only is he good-looking, he is also very strong.
"If, you find yourself in love with His Highness. You can tell me," Mu Han's state of mind at the moment seems to have returned to a long time ago.
Under the countless plane trees, she smiled sweetly, and he was cynical.
"There won't be that day" Huawa rolled her eyes and lived again.
She will not fall on a man again.
Tap tap stomp
After Hua Wan finished speaking, she took the lead in walking down the stone steps, and waited for Mu Han behind intentionally or unintentionally.
She didn't mean to wait for Mu Han, but she really didn't know where Mu Han said to eat grilled fish.
After all, she didn't eat any serious meals all day today.
At this point, she felt a little hungry.
"You just plan to walk over like this," Mu Hanfeng under the sycamore tree raised his eyes slightly. Looking at Hua Wan walking and stopping on the stone steps, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
She forgot about him, he had been here, and it seemed, it wasn't that bad.
"How do you go then" Hua Wan stopped, and her fingers began to poke and poke again.
I looked around, but there were no waiting cars around.
"Come here" Mu Han stretched out his hand and unfolded his palm.
Hua Wan frowned, and her beautiful eyes fell on Mu Han's palm.
He once said that once upon a time, the woman liked to put her hand in his palm the most.
On the other hand, he had long been accustomed to leaving his palm to that woman.
Hua Wan lowered her eyes, the woman he loved should be very happy
"How" Seeing that Hua Wan didn't move, Mu Han retracted his palm helplessly.
It's really alienating
Mu Han sometimes thinks:
One day, the sycamore imprint will reappear.
She remembered everything about her and him.
At that time, he must close the door for three months and punish this woman well.