It can only be expressed with the word 'hehe'.

Eat, finish breakfast, and start getting busy again.

Yesterday afternoon, Jing Qingran returned to King Chen's Mansion from Yunlai Restaurant, and was punished by King Chen, punishing her for not being able to eat for three days, and the reason may be that the princess has a close personal relationship with other men outside.

Of course, the public says that the public is reasonable, and the mother says that the mother is reasonable.

Jing Qingran sat on a wooden chair, dressed in a purple and red robe, her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and picturesque, but her red lips were pursed all the time, her eyebrows seemed to be sad, her eyes were not focused on the table in front of her, and her white and tender fingers were tapping without a moment.

Like a sick person, he seems to be sad and unhappy.

Today, she came to Yunlai Restaurant very early, at this time, the restaurant was officially opened, and she had already come to the restaurant for breakfast before.

She is a relatively impulsive person, and she always has a clear distinction between love and hate.

What Chen Wangfu is to her, even she doesn't know.

Maybe it's a place to sleep and eat.

But it's not a home?

Home and a place to just eat and sleep are two different concepts.

The former is the home of the heart, and the latter is a hotel that can be changed at any time.

Reluctant, most of them are because there are too many things in the heart that can't be let go, so people will be reluctant.

A thing that can be replaced at any time, then its own value is not nostalgic.

She sat in a chair, her hands propped up on the table and her head propped up, her glasses looking ahead, purposeless.

The room was quiet, just her, two windows, ajar, the first rays of sunlight shining in, with the wind and the scent of the morning.

Outside, a girl in blue stood by the door, her hand raised, but she never touched the door.

The girl in blue also seemed to be preoccupied.

The master and the servant, one sat in the room, and the other stood outside the door.

This morning, the restaurant came one after another, but it was not lively.

The girl in blue finally knocked on the door, then pushed the door and walked into the room.

Jing Qingran sat not far away, and the blue-clothed girl who opened the door was Zifang.

She looked up and saw that Zi Fang didn't say anything, and Zi Fang naturally walked up to her and stood still.

Silence, the atmosphere is silent.

"Miss......" When the morning breeze blew from the window, Zi Fang spoke.

"Hmm." Jing Qingran raised her eyes slightly, the wind was blowing very well, very comfortable, and it ruffled the hair on her sideburns.

"Miss, you ...... Didn't you say that you will never leave the palace in your life......" The voice was also mixed with temptation.

She's tempting.

"Yes, I used to resign myself to ......," Jing Qingran sighed.

This night, she thought a lot, and her mood was half old.

"Then ......," Zifang wanted to continue talking.

"I think, I can't figure it out, I can't think of it, Zifang, what am I doing wrong?" Jing Qingran shook his head, and the force of his fingers hitting the table was much lighter.

Like powerlessness, contemplation.

What the hell was wrong with her? only to let her prince be like that, and treat her like that......

There is no food for three days, this matter is actually not a big deal, and then, seeing the small and knowing, seeing the small and seeing the big, now, there is no food for three days, will there be no food for three years in the future?

Three years? I haven't eaten for three weeks, and I've hung up a long time ago!

You know, Jing Qingran wants to stay in King Chen's Mansion for the rest of his life, a lifetime is so long, the ghost knows God knows, what incredible things will happen on the long road in the future!

Men are afraid of getting into the wrong business, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man!

As a woman, no matter how willful and impulsive she is, she will always think about her future.