Sheng Moyuan couldn't help but glance at Qinghui again.

Seeing Qinghui's lazy and lazy look, as if he didn't care about anything, the cold little beauty lowered her head slightly.

"What the hell do you think, can you tell me?" In the end, he couldn't help but raise his head and spoke, "You obviously know that I wanted to break the marriage contract before, and I still do it as usual, so you don't have anything to say?" ”

Why do you still come every day?

He shouldn't be her responsibility.

He's a drag on everyone.

Some people say that he dragged his mother to die in childbirth, his body was too weak, he was sick all the year round, and he couldn't leave anyone, so that her mother, the prime minister, had to let go of some places to take care of him.

He didn't want to hear another voice anymore, and after he married into someone else's family, he said that he was a drag from someone else's family, and he didn't want to get married.

And obviously he has a lot to write and do, so why is he not allowed to do it just because he is a man?

Thinking so, Sheng Moyuan lowered his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes.

He probably did this a lot of times, and judging from his appearance, he was still that delicate and cold little beauty.

I don't see any sadness or uneasiness.

Qinghui paused, his dark eyes were a little irritable, and he glanced at the little beauty with her little head hanging down, and the irritability of hearing this because of sleepiness was because this emotion subsided a little.

Kindness? is obviously a noble son, how can he give people a feeling of pity?

What is this guy thinking about all day?

Qinghui was a little confused, apart from eating, drinking, sleeping and fighting, what else was worth thinking about.

Asaga: No, I think these are the least things to think about.

Qing Hui Quan should not be able to hear the words of the shallow coffee.

patted Sheng Moyuan's head lightly.

Sheng Moyuan stiffened slightly.

Then his expression froze slightly, and he was a little confused why he couldn't behave so much in front of Qinghui.

Obviously, when you're in front of other people, it's not like that.

Sheng Moyuan couldn't tell what kind of emotion this was.

I felt Qinghui get up.

Sheng Moyuan raised his head slightly, his delicate little face was slightly confused.

Qinghui had a little impatience in his eyes, his little face was soft and irritable, standing beside him, he felt that he was really very accommodating to the other party.

"If you don't want to touch it, you won't touch it."

Take care of your feelings, look at your pitiful appearance.

Qinghui snorted lowly.

Anyway, it's almost the same now, and the impact of touching it is not too big, and the resentment in his body has basically been put away, as long as he recuperates for a while, makes his body better, and uses some methods to take out the resentment of the things in his body.

Qinghui thought so in his heart.

The mouth is still arrogant, the small chin is slightly raised, muttering.

"Looks like I want to touch you."

Aren't you just warm?

Don't you just don't let your hands warm!

Yes, Lord Spirit Sword can resist holding the stove...... Spell!

Sheng Moyuan, who was sitting next to him, heard Qinghui's words coldly.

The corners of his lips involuntarily pursed slightly.

Look up at her.

Seeing that Qinghui had already gotten up and stood two steps away from him.

I couldn't put into words the feeling in my heart for a moment.

Then I watched Qinghui turn around and walk to the table and chair in the hall, and sat on the chair for a while, as if observing his face, staying for less time than usual.

There was nothing wrong with looking at him, and Qinghui was a little sleepy.