"What are you looking for me," there seemed to be too much tenderness and sweetness between him and her, lingering, and every time he had a headache, he would run in his head again and again.

They are obviously irrelevant strangers, why are there such intimate and familiar intersections,

Since lunch, Prince Ning and the others have been discussing in Song Yu's bedroom.

In the evening, the servants prepared the meal, but none of the big people in the house came out to eat, and then Mo Chou really couldn't stand it, the stomach was a little empty, gritted her teeth and did not alarm the others, she went to the kitchen to find ingredients and prepare to make some food for herself.

However, seeing some freshly wrapped dumplings on the board, her heart tightened inexplicably, something hit the closed door at the bottom of her heart, and her heart shrank in an instant, her eyes began to be uncontrollably filled with water vapor, and what flickered in her mind was actually Song Yu's face with flour but still doting and smiling, something in her heart was being pulled and vibrating, and the force of tearing in her head became bigger and bigger, holding her head with both hands, but she couldn't stop the pain that seemed to be separated.

He leaned down in pain, but there was a call in his ears: "Lan'er...... Lan'er ...... Before she married me, she became a yellow-faced woman, so after marrying me, will you become ugly?"

Pain, why is there such an entanglement in the pain, why every time the pain is so close to death, what is in the whole head is not Song Sheng's gentle care for herself, not Song Sheng's pampering and ridicule of herself, but the cold man who is opposed to her,

SONG Yu,

His name hurts every time he says it at this time, and every time he says it, it is like honey, like drinking wine.

She just disguised Wei Youlan's killer, why did she see the entanglement and fetters with that man,

There is a seed struggling to germinate under the soil at the bottom of my heart, the more I suppress and reject, the more I struggle to break through the soil, take root, sprout and tender branches along the original withered vine trellis, quickly rise into entangled kudzu, green leaves, flowers are fragrant, and every leaf is his name,, Song Yu, that every blooming bright is his name,, Song Yu,

Tempted,

Chapter 223 of "The Fallen Concubine in the Cave Room" is desperate is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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