The man's body stiffened, he seemed a little depressed, and his voice was also a little aggrieved: "I just don't like him." Especially when his cursed, bloody eyes are staring at you, and even more—"

The girl turned around and threw herself into the man's arms, coquettishly rubbed all the water splashes into the man's chest, and said in a smiling and delicate voice: "What's the matter, are you jealous, my king?" ”

The man sighed, raised his hands and hugged the girl tightly into his arms: "How can you not be jealous." You're surrounded by so many men – each one is not a fuel-efficient lamp. ”

The girl pursed her lips and pretended to be angry: "It's not a bunch of talents that I scavenged to help you fight the country!" You're now saying they're not fuel-efficient lamps! ”

"Okay, don't be angry, Yao'er. Soon—when these things are understood, you can dismiss Kuno. And then she became my queen in a beautiful way. ”

For the first time, the man used the self-title "I", as if he had made some solemn promise.

Zhao Mengyao, who was eavesdropping, was horrified.

What did she hear? Kuno? What's going on?

What do you see? Is she alive or dead? What the hell is going on with all this-

Just as Zhao Mengyao's heart was shaken and panicked, a cold and sticky sneer suddenly sounded in her ears. Zhao Mengyao was shocked into a cold sweat, turned her head and looked, I don't know when, there was a bewitching man in a fiery red robe with an open snow-white chest standing beside her. The most striking thing was the ominous red eyes that were enough to burn the sky, exuding an icy aura of death.

It is the same person as the man who was tied to the sacrificial platform that Zhao Mengyao dreamed of last time.

What the hell is going on?

The man turned around slowly, and a pair of demonic red eyes seemed to devour her, which made Zhao Mengyao's heart tremble and cold sweat flowed.

Just then, she heard someone calling out to her.

"Meng Yao! Meng Yao! Wake up! You okay?! ”

Zhao Mengyao woke up suddenly, and for a moment, she saw a magnified handsome face in front of her, which was somewhat similar to the grim and cold expression of the man in the dream!

So she reflexively wanted to push away, but found that she couldn't lift her arms.

"Meng Yao! You're finally awake! The man hugged her into his arms, and his voice was the feeling of the rest of his life: "I'm scared to death." I'm glad you're okay, otherwise I don't know what would have happened. ”

Zhao Mengyao recognized this voice and said dumbfoundedly: "Li Yinglong? ”

"It's me." Li Yinglong also forgot to hide his identity at this time, and replied directly.

Zhao Mengyao tugged at the corners of her mouth: "It's better to call you Instructor Li?" ”

Li Yinglong remembered this incident at this time, was stunned for a moment, and replied with a wry smile: "Call me husband." ”

"Get out." Zhao Mengyao replied mercilessly.

"You let me go first." Zhao Mengyao frowned and said, she felt that there was no place in her body that didn't hurt, it was as if someone had dismantled the joint and put it back together, especially the pain in her right foot. When she was held by Li Yinglong, the wounds on her body were touched, and she was almost speechless from the pain.

"I'm sorry!" Li Yinglong gently let go of Zhao Mengyao a little helplessly, and said in a panic: "I'm sorry, does it hurt?" It must be very painful...... the latest chapter of "Hundred Plating" Forced Marriage Contract: The President's Favorite Wife Routine Deep Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.