Chapter 238: Because I like warmth 42

The number of warmth did not turn around and left, she stood in the same place, the stage on the stage sang and sang, the cold wind blowing under the stage, the number of warmth by the wind over his cheeks, the real cool, the brain also Faint.
I walked over and tried to touch her hair, but I didn’t look at him when I didn’t open my head.
晟 Thousands of ink drooped down the eyelids and whispered to her: "Warm, I heard... you are sick."
The number of warm little faces was slightly white, and she knew that Qian Qianmo was heard from Ning Cheng Yuan. She also knew that Ning Chengyuan did not know that she was pregnant, but she still smoked her heart, just like her. Understand that this child is given by him, but all the bitterness will be counted by one person.
When the number of warmth raised his eyes again, the clear scorpion was indifferent. "Wang, I have never owed you anything, you really don't have to."
"are you feeling better?"
The number of warm and indifferent turned and left.
Qian Qianmo took her little hand, and this time she pulled her directly into her arms. She forced her to hold her back for a moment. "Warm, I came to Jiangzhou this time, but I have to do business, but The most important thing is your personal feelings here."
The number of warmth did not have the strength to push him away, and gently said with a blank expression: "Isn't Wang Ye let me go?"
"I let you go."
The number looked warm and cold: "So the king said nothing?"
晟 墨 那 那 那 那 那 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃 邃
The number of warmth felt that his brain was stunned and even worse.
Chen Dafu said that she could not stagnate a heart, which is not good for her children. Therefore, she came out this time, and she was distracted, but she still did not expect to still meet him.
The suffocation of the chest rose again.
The number of warm bites bite the lip and look at him again. The lips are very difficult to make a sneer. She looks at the man in front of him. The peach eyes are so beautiful and transparent, but they seem to stab people.
A few warm smiles said: "Why? Wang Ye, I am no longer your slave, I am a number of warm, one person's warmth, my great youth, why waste on you?"
That tone is like the age of irony.
Every word of her is tied to the heart of the thousand inks.
I don't know if there is a hundred years later, but he always belongs to the person who is going to die in front of her.
If the number is warm, then it is undoubtedly a bit of a fatal touch.
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨The king will do her best to protect her life."
A few warm eyes condensed resentment, how can he say how to protect her life?
When she was questioned by everyone, it was his only foot that smashed her. His promise, like the snow of that day, could not be touched again.
The number of warmth is not the same person who has been repeated again and again. She has always used to be ignorant of her feelings, and her loved ones can't get it.
She is still so small, how can she have the courage to bear another pain, she does not want to, do not marry his uncle's promise.
Without hope, you will not lose your heart.
She only hopes to stay away from him and walk alone.
There is no road to any relationship with Uncle Uncle.