Chapter 687: He did his duty as a husband

She remembered that he seemed to say eight words, but he couldn't remember which eight words he said ...
Later things were even more chaotic. I remembered a few things sporadically and couldn't connect them.
He saved her when she was the most disappointed, and he didn't even suspect that her body had been dirty to detoxify her personally--
He did his duty as a husband ...
But is he really a good husband?
The figure of Yan Chi and Xiao Qian flashed through his mind again, and He remembered the day when he relented ruthlessly, and that day and night waited anxiously outside the snowmelt valley ...
He should be in love with his wife and children, otherwise he would not set up an enchantment to isolate all people from bothering and enjoy the kind of joy of the whole heart ...
She fought with the emperor of the Canghai Kingdom for several days in the capital, and he never came.
No need to ask, he is still with his wife and children--
He loves himself, Luo Qingyu knows.
But he must also love his wife and children ...
That day and night she stood outside Rongxue Valley and waited hopelessly. What about him? Is it also raining with his wife on this bed?
My heart hurts suddenly! A burst of sourness was mixed with unspeakable jealousy!
She shook her head suddenly, Luo Qingyu, what are you jealous of?
You are the third person, the one who should be most spurned!
What qualifications do you have to be jealous of an authentic wife? !!
Although I think so, when I think that he once did the same thing with Yan Chi on this bed as he did with her last night, she can't lie down anymore, like something on this bed will bite her, busy Jumped off busy.
But her body was too astringent, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she snored, and she whispered, holding the table to her feet.
The breeze inside the room was slightly stunned, and there was one more person out of thin air.
Wide robes with large sleeves and silk hair drooping, there was a faint smile on Junmei's peerless face: "Qing Yu, why don't you sleep a little longer? What do you do down there?" The voice was cold and magnetic, as usual.
The male breath was approaching, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Luo Qingyu froze a little, her heart bumped, and last night entangled with his death, and turned back in her mind, she blushed blushingly: "Sleeping ... I can't sleep."
One side of her figure wanted to break free of his grasp.
Di Shiyin's arm was slightly tightened, but she was not allowed to escape, and she took her to sit down at the table, flicking her sleeves on the table, and there were a few more dishes on the table.
Sliced ​​chicken with bamboo shoots, fried pork with green peppers, steamed tofu, and a yam mutton pot, which is available in six flavors.
Faintly scented through the nose, everything she loves.
"You have been tired all night, are you hungry? Eat something first. Taste it and it doesn't suit your taste."
A pair of green bamboo chopsticks tucked into her hands.
Tired all night? Why is this sentence so ambiguous?
Luo Qingyu didn't know what it was like in her heart, passively holding chopsticks, silently clamped a few mouthfuls of food and ate it.
The food was delicious, but she didn't know what to eat.