Chapter 416: This posture is not ordinary discomfort

He has a kind of aura in his body, letting people automatically squeal in front of him, and the atmosphere does not dare to breathe, and of course he dare not lie.
In fact, Lao Zhong didn't believe in people easily, but he inexplicably believed in Mr. Han.
At the moment, he respectfully told some of the recent incidents that Ning Xuemo encountered, of course, only he knew.
Han Shanyue listened to him without saying a word, some of these things he knew, some he didn't know ...
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The lobbyists sent by the old emperor Ning Xuemo last night were very hard, and soon after returning to the house, they went back to their house to sleep.
This great sleep was extra sweet, from 10 o'clock in the morning to the evening.
When she woke up, she opened her eyes and found that the light of the setting sun outside the window had shot in through the window screen, just shining on a person in front of the window.
The man turned his back to her, painting on a desk under the window. The sun had a faint layer of gold on him, and it looked elegant and beautiful.
However, the moment Ning Xuemo saw him, the beauty that had just slept was all clean!
Suddenly sat up: "Why are you here ?!"
Ning Xuemo has always been particular about where he sleeps and pays attention to privacy.
No one was allowed in her bedroom. She even set up formations outside the bedroom.
In order to enter her dormitory, she must first break through that formation ...
And if someone enters the battlefield, she, the person who set up the array, has no reason and does not know!
That man was of course Han Shanyue. Instead of answering Ning Xuemo's words, he raised the painting in his hand: "How did you and him know each other?"
After Ning Xuemo saw the painting clearly, her heart jumped slightly!
On the picture was painted a man in red, with beautiful and picturesque features, graceful and poetic, and a red dress as eye-catching as the morning glow.
It's Xueyi Lan! The demon in red was scored by the Han Shanyue with a beautiful flower! It seems as if you can get out of the painting immediately.
"Have you seen him?" Ning Xuemo asked blurtly.
It would not have been possible to look like this without seeing it with your own eyes.
There was a dark light flashing in Han Shanyue's eyes, and he asked again: "How do you and him know each other?" His voice seemed to be two degrees lower.
Ning Xuemo ignored him, stretched a lazy waist on the bed, and said lazily, "How do you know me ..." When he opened the quilt, he wanted to get out of bed.
Han Shanyue waved her sleeves, a faint white light flashed, Ning Xuemo's body was stiff, damn, she couldn't move again!
What she did was get out of bed, and half of it was fixed by him with body fixation. She leaned forward with one leg underneath. This posture was not uncomfortable.
Ning Xuemo raised her eyes in anger, seeing Han Shanyue walking towards her slowly.
The inexplicable momentum on his body made Ning Xuemo's heart beat wildly, she stared at him: "What are you ... what do you do?"
He approached step by step and finally stopped in front of her bed, less than half a meter away from her, a very dangerous distance.
Congo looked down at her, and slowly spit out three words: "What do you say?"
His gesture was too dangerous. A faint fragrance scented around her, and it seemed that he would throw her down at any time--
Ning Xuemo was struggling to move, otherwise she would shrink to the corner of the bed early!
He slowly leaned down and slowly reached out her hand--
Ning Xuemo was so shocked that he wouldn't want her now, would he? !!
"Han Shanyue, don't mess around! We haven't gotten married yet, you can't--" Her cry was cut off by a finger he extended.