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The man just glanced at Su Qingmu with extreme contempt, his voice couldn't hear any emotion, but it was full of irony.

"Gu Shizi is not in a hurry, you are his son, anxious for him?"

Su Qingmu's legs were weak, and he was almost blown down by the wind on the city tower.

It was obviously very cold, but he had a layer of fine sweat, and stumbled, "Lord Wang...... Lord, you really love to joke. ”

"Lord Wang! The prince is not good! ”

With the sound of dull footsteps, Qin Feng ran over almost like the wind, and didn't take into account the presence of Gu Lingchen and Su Qingmu at this moment, and said anxiously, "Lord Wang, he was rescued by that prisoner!" ”

Seeing a chill passing through the corners of his lord's eyes, Qin Feng's legs and stomach were sore, and he shivered, and said, "This matter—it should be someone who should be inside and outside." ”

Needless to say than Qin Feng, Rong Jingshen already has a definite candidate in his heart.

The thin lips pursed into a line, and the man almost didn't hesitate, then turned and went down the steps, and his figure melted into the vast night.

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When Rong Jingshen returned home, Chu Xi was teasing the pig's head meat in the house.

Forsythia's hands are very skillful, and he actually made a cotton coat for the pig's head meat.

The clothes are very suitable, covering the pink little butt of the pig's head meat, leaving only the chrysanthemum outside.

With a squeak, the door of the house was pushed open, Chu Xi still concentrated on pinching the pig's head, and did not give a look to the man who walked into the house.

The pig's head made a cute pig sound, but in fact, it didn't like to be touched, but for the sake of this little girl's good looks, it reluctantly forgave it.

In particular, Chu Xi's little hand is very soft, and it is very comfortable to pinch.

It's just that the pig's head meat didn't last long before it was grabbed by its clothes, and even its body was suspended in the air.

Before it could settle down, it had already flown out like a parabola, and it happened to fly into Qin Feng's arms, and the pig's head meat boss was unhappy, and he tried hard to break free from Qin Feng.

But it was just that big fart, how could it break free from the strength of an adult man, and soon, Qin Feng went out with the pig's head meat.

In the house, only Rong Jingshen and Chu Xi were left.

Chu Xi clapped her hands, because she had been squatting for a long time, her legs and feet were a little numb, and she needed to hold on to a chair to barely stand up, and the shadow of the man cast by the lights had been shrouding her.

It made her heart flutter.

It should have come to Xingshi to ask for sin.

Chu Xi raised his eyes, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "Is there something wrong with the prince?" ”

He was silent, his eyes were like overturned inkstones, surging with countless emotions, but no matter which emotion it was, Chu Xi couldn't see through it.

But Chu Xi made up something in his brain.

The way he looked, it was obvious that he was saying, what did you do yourself, didn't you have a little pressure in your heart?

"If it's all right, I'll have to sleep."

It's just that before Chu Xi could take a step, he was grabbed by the man's wrist, and his strength was really too great, which made Chu Xi's hand bones ache.

Chu Xi wrinkled his brows and said coldly, "If there is anything, just say it, if it's nothing, just go out, I'm not interested in guessing dumb riddles with you." ”

Her attitude can not be described as perfunctory and arrogant.

The man looked at her with a gloomy face, "What does the man in the dungeon have to do with you?" ”

Sure enough, for this thing—

"It doesn't matter, I think he's quite pitiful and innocent, so I let him go, what's ....." The monosyllabic couplet was annihilated by the pain coming from the bone joint before it could overflow from his throat.

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