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Fu Qingran was the first to speak, "I don't think I can breathe, so I asked Chu Xi to open the window for a while." ”

Rong Jingshen didn't even look at Fu Qingran, his eyes were always staring at Chu Xi, "Fu Qingran - you are pregnant now, and even your guts are fat, let the princess of this king close the window for you?" ”

Fu Qingran: "......"

Chu Xi's back bent, he was actually very surprised to hear his words, but he didn't feel surprised, people like him, what kind of words came out of his mouth, it was not strange.

Because he is a person who is uncertain.

"The truth is, I feel stuffy, so I open the window, and it has nothing to do with light dyeing."

Rong Jingshen glanced out of the window without a trace, but saw that there were no footprints in the open space outside the house, so he calmed down, took Chu Xi's hand, and said, "Since you feel bored, you should go out earlier." “

His words were gentle, but there was a chill in his deeper eyes.

"It's better than seeing people you don't want to see." Chu Xi raised his lips and smiled with a flamboyant expression, "I'd rather have tightness in my chest and shortness of breath." “

The man seemed to be used to the way she spoke.

From the day she was brought back, her heart was already cold, and even a layer of thorns appeared all over her body, and as long as she was close to her, her flesh and blood would be dripping.

Originally.

Trauma torments only the body, while mental injuries are carved directly into the soul.

"This king is reluctant."

He's been enjoying hugging her lately.

Perhaps only such a negative distance can make people feel real.

He picked up the woman by the waist and walked out of the house, Chu Xi's hand hung weakly on one side, not even willing to struggle, like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul, although it looked delicate and beautiful, it looked very empty.

After Chu Xi and Rong Jingshen left, Fu Qingran got off the bed with his body propped up, his feet pulling on his shoes.

She put on her coat, walked to the window, and shouted, "Daddy, child! “

"Miss Fu."

The voice sounded over her head.

Fu Qingran felt very strange, there was a screen blocking Chu Xi and Bai Ziyu just now, so she just saw the figure flashing, and then the window opened with a clang, she and Chu Xi both thought that Bai Ziyu jumped out of the window and left.

But what he didn't expect was that Bai Ziyu hid on the beam.

At this moment, the corners of the black clothes flew up, and the man jumped down lightly and landed in front of her.

Fu Qingran's voice gradually became hoarse, "Second Highness, you can help Chu Xi." ”

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on the promenade.

After thinking about it, Chu Xi decided to ask about the whereabouts of her small vault, and nine times out of ten it was this bastard who took her running money.

"Did you loot my private money?"

"That's not your money."

Depend on! That's what her dad bought for her!

Chu Xi rarely had a little mood swing, and a layer of gloom shrouded in his eyebrows, "It's not my private money, is it your money?" ”

Too little.

These days, it is rare to hear women speak with emotions, and for a while, there is some hesitation.

"The palace belongs to the king—everything in the palace belongs to the king, including the money you have kept private." He deliberately put it close to her ear, and the heat of his breath leaked into her ear, and Chu Xi only felt that there was a burst of electricity all over his body.

"Even you belong to the king."

Chu Xi removed her head and let the cold air dispel the ambiguous aura, and she said calmly, "You are so poor? Even my money is going to be looted? “

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