Chapter 71: Lost prince is very proud 27

For a few days, Azhao’s attitude toward Zhao Wei was lukewarm.
In fact, she is not really angry, but she suddenly knows such a thing. For a moment, she does not know how to face Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei is more worried. He has no idea what Azhao is.
A few times in a few days, she carefully spoke and tempted. A Zhao looked so funny. He felt that the reaction of this person was very interesting. He couldn’t help but deliberately make a tangled appearance, which made Zhao Xin feel even more embarrassed.
Zhao Wei is not completely idle.
He talked with A Zhao at that time, and he had a little more thought on how to face the father.
It’s useless to say that you are innocent and that others have fallen into their own hands.
After thinking about it for a few days, Zhao Wei finally wrote a letter of love.
In his words, he calmly and calmly, and did not emphasize his own embarrassment too much. He only wrote his own behavioral emotions on a word-by-word basis.
He knows his father, this kind of thing, too much pretentiousness and rendering will only make him feel hypocritical.
Finally, he followed A Zhao’s suggestion. For the first time, he truly analyzed his true feelings against Hui Zong and presented it to Hui Zong.
Not a prince to the monarch.
It’s just a son’s envy of his father.
Just as he knows Huizong, Hui Zong also knows this son.
Zhao Wei believes that he is telling the truth or a false statement, and Hui Zong who is calm down will not see it.
Just... After writing this letter, Zhao Wei has some inner feelings.
He has never been a person who can express his emotions. He also feels that it is very difficult and shameful to show his father his admiration and respect for him.
After so many years, he has long been accustomed to being the perfect and powerful Yan Wang in front of everyone.
Showing his weak side, even if the object is his father, he is not used to it.
In this regard, A Zhao's reaction is disdainful.
"The mask is something for outsiders."
"Really is the right person."
She stared at him with a pair of dark and pure eyes: "Zhao Wei, in your heart, is your father, or the emperor of Dayan?"
Zhao Wei almost did not hesitate: "Of course my father."
"So, tell your father that you love him, admire him, admire him, what are you embarrassed?" Azhao asked strangely.
She said very naturally: "I will also hug my aunt, and tell him that I like him the most!"
When the words were exported, the atmosphere suddenly became a little bad.
A Zhao’s heart is awkward!
Suddenly, Zhao Xiao’s voice was low and laughed:
Spuggle? Want to hug? Favorite? Um?

A strong survival instinct made Azhao turn around quickly: "I suddenly remembered something else..."
However, it is useless.
Her movements are faster than a man who has been knocked over by a vinegar tank.
The waist was surrounded by a pair of hot hands, and the vision turned, and Azhao fell into the man's generous embrace.
Zhao Wei’s eyes locked Azhao tightly:
Wang Hao, have you forgotten, are you now Wang Hao of my Zhao?

Azhao: "This..."
"The object you want to spoil is me."
"The object to be hugged should also be me."
"The favorite person... must be me."
"understand?"
Azhao’s big eyes:
You are not...I don’t think about it for me?

Zhao Yu’s lips smiled:
Oh, the king regrets.


Two more.
Today, a writer has been devastated by heavy rain, and both body and mind have suffered tremendous trauma. It takes a good sleep to recover. [You are enough]
The rest of the two will come again during the day.
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Big baby, good night~