Chapter 45: My little girl 37

No one came to help her, and she warmed herself up alone to support the pain from the bed. Every step was extremely painful and painful. She could clearly feel the movements every time, the pain would tear the whole body, and the cold sweat would be a little bit. Come out.
However, Qian Qianmo did not look at her and gave her an order.
The number of warmth dragged the whole body to hurt the tea, and the pace returned to the temple weakly, giving the thousands of inks and 晟凌云斟 tea sitting in the temple. At the end, Qian Qianmo whispered her while drinking tea. "Standing here.

The number of warmth only felt top-heavy, and the thousands of inks in front of the eyes slowly turned into double shadows, overlapping in the eyes, but she still understood his words in the end, only to stand silently behind him, because the pain is intensifying all the time, her consciousness Therefore, it is gradually confusing.
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
In this section of the bones, you can still do as much as you can, and even the tea will not drink. "Cough" said one or two times
"Oh?" 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
Ling Lingyun looked up and looked at the people behind Qian Qianmo. He frowned and said: "The fourth brother is afraid of misunderstanding. I just listened to Xiaogu and mentioned that someone poisoned her, so I couldn’t help but ask about it in the past... ..."
"Oh," he slammed, and he dropped the teacup in his hand.
He put it down very hard and can see the tea splashing out.
But Qian Qian ink lifted up, but calm and indifferent, just like the person who just dropped the cup is not himself.
"Do you like this slave?" asked Qian Qianmo calmly.
Ling Lingyun lived.
Obviously, I did not expect that Qian Qianmo would ask him this question straightforwardly...
He naturally likes a few warmths, but he can't figure out the mind of his four brothers at the moment, and he dares to answer him indiscriminately...
Therefore, Yan Lingyun just smiled dryly: "What do you say about the fourth brother?"
"If you like it, the king will give her to you." When Qian Qian said this, the look was still warm, and there was no slightest emotion. It seemed that the number was warmer than him, but it was just one. The slaves who are coming and forth are gone.
After he finished speaking, he paused and glanced at the person beside him. He looked down and looked down at his pale lips. After hearing his words, the hanging eyelashes trembled slightly. , covering her tears. But she still didn't speak.
Qian Qianhan looked up and looked at her with impunity. He asked: "Would you like it?"
The number of warmth still did not look up, still frowning, lips slightly open, the voice is half dumb, low ground, did not bring any emotion: "The number of warm listen to the prince."
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
A number of warm daggers, went out with their heads down, as if the pain in the body had been numb.
And Ling Ling is still stunned. He is not sure if there is any joke about the words of Qian Qianmo. But when he sees the number, he is called away. He can’t hold it anymore, and he can’t help but ask Qian Qianmo. "Four brother, have you just said that it is true?"