Ding Bao was hit on the way to the bridal shop.

It's a weekend, and as soon as the green light comes on, pedestrians waiting on the side of the road rush forward like a tide.

Ding Bao was still asking the customer for accounts on the phone, and when he heard the hoarse and rough voice in his ears, it was clear that he wanted to pay the bills, and Ding Bao opened his mouth to greet his ancestors, but unfortunately the civilized words on his lips had not yet been spit out, and his body was knocked out like a kite.

Pain is instantaneous.

But Ding Bao is not afraid of pain.

Lying in a pool of blood, the last words she said before she fell unconscious were.

"The old lady's newly bought mobile phone ......"

The phone is new.

The money for renting a wedding dress has just been remitted.

The accounts that should have arrived this month have not yet returned.

Ding Bao, who was carrying a belly of evil anger, had dark eyes and lost consciousness.

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"The Wicked Girl Saves the Plot Loading...... Drip, drip, drip, load successfully. Preparing for System Upgrade...... 1，2，3…… The system upgrade was successful.

Fast Wear Salesman: Ding Bao.

The binding is successful. ”

The voice of the emotionless and undulating mechanism sounded, followed by an abrupt end without warning.

Ding Bao tried to open her eyes to see who was talking in her ear, and as soon as her eyelids opened a slit, she felt extremely heavy, and in the dim and cold firelight, she vaguely saw a person sitting opposite.

Against the light, you can't see your face, you can only see the other party's strong and tall body, and a belt inlaid with a tiger's head is tied in the middle of the thin narrow waist, which glows with a dark and cold light in the light.

Looking down, there were two slender straight legs overlapping on stilts, and the black boots on the feet were mottled with shadows, and the tips of the shoes were slightly upturned, and a drop of blood was slipping from them.

"The mother is beautiful, then give her to your majesty to accompany the funeral."

The voice is cold and good, elegant and low, coming from the top of the head, without the slightest emotional ups and downs.

The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, but the body is getting lighter and lighter, and Ding Bao's consciousness in the haze is becoming more and more erratic, and finally his eyes are dark...

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The weather in March is slightly cool, and the branches of the peach trees are quietly decorated with red spots, one by one, and the Chuyu Palace is embellished with a bit of spring.

Under the high red tile walls, there is a remote and quiet palace, located in the southwest corner of the Gumo Palace, and few people will come here all year round, so it makes this place a lot less popular.

"Mother, it's time for us to go."

Su Sleeve walked over with a small light cyan package on his back, a skirt of the same color, and his white little face was cloudy, sad and bitter.

Ding Bao sat under the ginkgo tree at the entrance of the hall, lifted up the cumbersome and heavy palace skirt and sat on the root of the tree, her hair was full of green silk, black and supple without any decoration, and the moment she looked up, she lifted the broken hair in front of her behind her ears, revealing a white little face.

There is no powder on this face, but the coquettishness of the natural eyes, a pair of charming eyes like hibiscus autumn waves, with the vermilion lips, thin waist and shaved shoulders, even if it is just a plain sitting, it can hook people's souls.

Su Sleeve looked at Niangniang's pale face and sighed for no reason.

"Mother, let's go."

Ding Bao nodded, raised his white fingers and helped him on the bridge of his nose.

Uh-yo.

Lifted into the air.

She didn't wear glasses.

"I forgot about it."

Rude words spat out from the woman's delicate flower-like lips.

The woman frowned, and with great difficulty stood up with her plain sleeve hand, and within two steps, her legs were as heavy as lead.