The black emperor is the only favorite, the killer's wife does not want to escape

Chapter 393 She is a bit weird
Beside the bed, he looked at her, his heart ached, and he promised that Murong Qingge would take his life to calm down this incident.

In the middle of the night, Fu Boyan looked at the person on the bed without blinking his eyes. Her quietness at the moment made him uneasy.

"Yaoyao, wake up quickly..."

He whispered to her, there was actually a kind of prayer in his voice.

But at this moment, she didn't answer him...

Early the next morning, the drowsy person finally woke up, and Fu Boyan's heart finally relaxed a little.

"Yaoyao, how do you feel?" Fu Boyan stared at her and asked.

Xiao Mengyao looked at him, a little flustered and bewildered.

It's really hard to be able to look at him like this!

"I'm fine." She replied in a low voice, her voice a little hoarse.

"It's fine... don't be so stupid in the future." He said, with a light smile, and put her in his arms.

In the future, he will never let such a thing happen again, and will never give Murong Qingge a chance again.

Staying in his arms, Xiao Mengyao smiled, very happily. This scene, his embrace, had appeared in her dreams many times.

Now, the dream has finally become a reality.

He belongs to her forever!

"Yan..." She called him affectionately, wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned closer, and kissed his lips.

Suddenly, Fu Boyan was taken aback.

What's wrong with her, she became so active today?

"Don't make trouble, you are still hurt."

Her initiative made him unaccustomed, strange, and felt like another person?

She has always been a conservative person, and he really can't find any reason to explain her at this moment.

He couldn't help but think she was a little weird.

Maybe, maybe, she was scared by Murong Qingge...

"Yaoyao, what did Murong Qingge do to you?" He asked very carefully, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"No." Xiao Mengyao responded immediately, "He just wanted to take me away, but I didn't agree, and finally escaped from him. We really have nothing, Yan, you have to believe me."

She tried to explain, inexplicably worried, a little scared.

"I didn't say that I don't believe you, nor did I say that there is something between you." Fu Boyan said lightly, but he felt more and more that something was wrong with her, "Hey, take a good rest, I'll get you something to eat."

"……All right."

Xiao Mengyao let go of him and lay down obediently. He covered her with the quilt before leaving.

Outside the bedroom, Fu Boyan's face turned cold, revealing an expression that was hard to see through.

There must be a problem between her and Murong Qingge.

Although he didn't want to think about this question very much, but he had to think about it...

Fu Boyan left the bedroom, and soon the bedroom door was opened again.

The little cute baby came in lightly and stopped by the bed.

"Mom, are you okay, the baby is worried to death."

Mengwa looked at her with great concern and distress.

However, Xiao Mengyao looked at the cute baby very strangely, and she didn't even know what to call him.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before Xiao Mengyao spoke.

"Don't worry, son, I'm fine." She said, reaching out to touch the cute baby's head.

No emotion at all, like a stranger.

For a moment, Mengwa was stunned.

It seems that in my memory, my mother only called him baby, and my mother only liked to touch his face, and almost rarely did not touch his head.

"Mom, are you really okay?" Mengwa questioned, why does it feel like a fake mother with this in front of her?

"Of course I'm fine!" Xiao Mengyao squeezed out a smile, very bluntly, "Okay, you go and play, I'm going to rest, and don't bother me and your dad if it's okay."

She said, feeling a little impatient.

"Oh, the baby understands." The cute baby nodded, suddenly unhappy, "The baby is gone, mother has a good rest."

Leaving the bedroom, the cute baby felt so wronged, what happened to her mother, why did she feel so strange?

She had never treated him like this before.

With a small mood, Mengwa returned to her room, closed the door, and sat down on the bed with her hands on her face, as if she was thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)