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The master bedroom is on the eighth floor, in the middle of the Swider Palace, and you can see the flag on the spire of the Legislative Yuan in the center of the city, which is a golden lion and black gold flag wearing a crown, symbolizing the royal family, which is the monarch's flag.

Usually the king will raise the national flag and the monarch flag at the same time in the palace, the palace and the legislative yuan, and at this moment there is a missing piece of the monarch flag, which means that the king is critically ill.

It is estimated that all the people of Edivana saw the news, and the Swider Palace was particularly quiet all afternoon, and the servants were gloomy, and everyone was gloomy, which shows that King Louis was very much loved by the people.

Xia Tong was still a little irritable, and she didn't know what was wrong with her, in short, she was upset when she couldn't see Ye Tingjue.

In order not to let herself be cranky, she asked Xiaoying to find a few medical books, and then nestled on the sofa in the living room of the bedroom to flip through them.

She tried to concentrate, hinting to herself not to be distracted, but every few minutes she had to look up at the wall clock on the wall.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that she finally couldn't help it, so she took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Night Thunder: Where are you? Did something happen?

After the text message was sent, Xia Tong stared at the mobile phone screen and looked back and forth dozens of times, only then did he realize that he cared too much about him? What does he have to do with her somewhere!?

Her heart sank, like a hot potato, she threw her mobile phone on the sofa opposite, and then looked at it from a distance, her eyes widening and widening, and her eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter......

Xia Tong is a little chaotic, dare to love the seven-hour jet lag, and confuse her brain?

She cares about Nightshade! She actually cares where he goes!? It's just inexplicable!

"......" She turned the pages so hard that the pages rattled, her chest bulging, and she rose and fell violently up and down, but she couldn't read a word.

Five minutes later, she threw away the thick book and got up to take a shower in the bathroom.

Xia Tong didn't eat dinner this night, she fell asleep on the bed, and when she woke up, it was one o'clock in the morning, the bedroom was silent, and she was the only one in the retro European-style bed, which made her more and more thin nAd1 (

Xia Tong couldn't sleep anymore, she kept her eyes open until dawn, and when the light of the morning light revealed the sky, she turned over and got out of bed to go to the dressing room to get dressed, but only before she put on her pants, she heard a voice in the bedroom.

She paused, and almost immediately knew who it was, and she grabbed the shirt from the closet, pushed the door on, and ran out, nearly tripping because she was in a hurry.

"You're back!" Xia Tong rushed out of the dressing room and looked at the tall figure who walked into the bedroom, but he didn't know that his tone was flying at this moment, obviously with a hint of joy.

Wearing a black thin-line custom shirt and trousers, he walked in with one hand in his pocket, his steps paused slightly, his black eyes swept towards her, and his gaze stayed on her fair little face.

At this time, the corners of her mouth were smiling, her eyes were clear and crystalline, as if she could speak, she looked at him for a moment, saying "You are back", like a wife waiting for her husband to come home!

Night Thunder Jue's thin lips were hooked, and although his face was slightly cold, it was still impressive, and he walked towards her step by step, his eyes dark.

It's not "like", she is his wife, a little woman destined to be born for him and the only one he wants!

Xia Tongting's feet, who were originally walking forward, stared at the curvature of the corners of the man's mouth, and at this moment he was even more demagogic and evil, like a luminous body, those dark and deep eyes, as if the stars had fallen under his eyes, (