Chapter 1588: Except Wushan is not a cloud 139

Chapter 1588, except that Wushan is not a cloud 139
The wind on the mountain is quite big. The branches in front of the grave are swaying in the wind. It is probably the relationship in late autumn, and the leaves fall very quickly.
The yellow leaves slowly fell to the ground.
Chaucer lowered his head slightly and poured snow tea on the night.
She still remembers that when she and Qing Ye had just arrived in Syracuse, she said that the snow tea in Syracuse was very good. Chaucer remembered this, so she brought it to the night.
"You don't worry about me. I am doing very well now. I work hard every day. Right, the boat is the name I gave my baby. When the boat is born, I will take him to see you."
Chaucer always remembers that when the night was dead, he was so worried that he was afraid that he would be a child if he couldn’t think of it. At that time, Qingyue had been persuading her to leave the child. At the beginning, not to mention the child, she I always thought that I could not survive...
Fortunately, she eventually came over.
So she can now come to the grave to tell the night, so that he can feel at ease.
Chaucer said a long time in the grave to accompany the night of the night, watching the sky is not early, and then had to get up and say goodbye to the night.
The road down the mountain is not very good, but Chaucer carefully, holding the stomach in one hand, the other hand holding the branches very slow underground.
She didn't know how glaring she was when she carefully held her belly on the side of the tree.
......
I am good with the baby in the boat.
By the way, the boat is the name I gave to the baby. When the boat is born, I will take him to see you.
......
At the edge of the restaurant, he was sitting on the window of the restaurant and pouring his face into his throat.
He seems to understand that the dead are the most irreplaceable...
And to this day, that person has been living in her heart all the time...even, she is so careful to protect their children... very hard to leave blood for that person...
She is like that... love him.
He closed his eyes and sipped his drink.
Breathing with burning, gently spit out from the lips, an unprecedented depression in the chest, can not pour.
Miao Mo did not know how long he had been drinking. He drunk away from the restaurant. Chen Hao had already prepared a carriage waiting for him downstairs.
I was on the side of the carriage and staggered on the couch, breathing slowly and painfully...
Chen Hao whispered under the carriage: "His Royal Highness, returning to the government?"
"No return……"
"Where is the temple going?"
"Call Joe to go back to the flower field! She will dare to work again and stop coming!"
I was in the carriage and started to play alcohol.
Chen Hao was embarrassed. Obviously, I rarely saw the irrational time of His Royal Highness, but I couldn’t help but argue for Qiao Yu. "Have your Highness forgotten? Qiao girl yesterday... Please take a vacation, not Completed."
"Is she asking for a serious business? The king wants her to go back immediately!"
What Chen Hao wants to say again, but after the end of Mo Zhen, he suddenly said something strangely and coldly: "Go to the place where she lives."
Chen Hao is even more stunned, quite unbelievably: "Now, now?"
"Now." In the carriage, there was a very cold sound line, and there was a vaguely mixed breath.
Upon seeing it, Chen Hao had to change the direction of the driver to go to the place where Joe lived.
Who knows, unfortunately, the carriage didn't take long, sitting in the carriage and stunned by the hustle and bustle, Yu Guang met with a familiar rider who had to stop by the carriage because there was a carriage passing by. The figure is Chaucer who seems to be on the market to buy things...
The mood of Miao Mo Mo was so sullen to the extreme.
(End of this chapter)