Chapter 1641: Except Wushan is not cloud 192

Chapter 1641, except that Wushan is not a cloud 192
Chaucer ate very painful, his eyes were wet and answered. He was forced to look at him. He could only tremble with his voice: "It’s Joe’s wrong. Chaucer shouldn’t let the princess see the little boat baby... I will bring it. With the baby boat leaving Syracuse, I will not let His Royal Highness see us, and provoke the temple to be bored..."
Chaucer’s voice did not fall, and the whole person was placed on the cold tree, biting her lips, and the beast liked biting her mercilessly, asking her to cry out.
Under the raging snow, no one liked this kind of kiss.
No one is not hurting.
Qiao Yu’s eyes were so wet that he wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t make it. He wanted to have the illusion that he would be killed by His Royal Highness.
I don't know how long it took, and I finally loosened my mouth and let her breathe, but still pressed against her nose, gasping low and asking, "Say, you still want to turn the king's child to where to go." ?"
Joe licked his lips and numb to a slight tremble, squinting at the imperial prince of the Prince, who couldn’t speak, and did not know what he was going to say.
He pressed her back and pressed it, almost gnashing his teeth: "Joe you are really big, you have won the king for almost a year!"
Chaucer was so painful that he was so painful, and he was so grievances in his heart that he couldn’t help but burst out. She looked at him with red eyes and screamed with tears: "Is that not? His Royal Highness Will you want this child? You hate me so much! If you don't give me the only hope of living, what should you do with Chaucer? You are now married to another woman... Do you want this child... What's the point?"
"Don't do it... Your Highness, I don't want to disturb your life anymore... I know, you have a better Prince, you won't be a little boat baby... Let me take the boat away..."
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Chaucer heard his words, but it seemed to be embarrassing to the extreme. She was red-eyed and tried not to start to avoid the question of His Royal Highness, but she did not intend to let her go, but her eyes were still aggressive, as if Joe didn’t say He will not let her go.
Under his gaze, Chaucer shed tears, even though she knew how her Royal Highness would ridicule her, but she closed her eyes with tears and whimpered and admitted: "I like His Highness... despite His Highness Hate me, I still like my Highness... I like to give birth to a child for my Highness... Chaucer knows that I was not qualified to like His Royal Highness before, and now I don’t, I won’t bother your marriage under the Highness... So please, please your Highness. I don’t have any heart..."
When she was staring at her, she whispered, "When?"
"From the Highness... When I took me to see the flowers of the Begonia..." Chaucer thought of the beautiful past and couldn't stop crying.
She still missed it, so good, so good, Prince Edward... In the end, it does not belong to her...
"You like this king." Miao Bian Mo stared at her confirmation.
Chaucer cried and admitted that the broken jar had broken and he couldn’t care what Her Royal Highness would do next to her.
When she saw that she nodded, she even grasped her shoulders and tried hard.
"You don't like that night, you like this king, are you?"
(End of this chapter)