My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

5273-Vulture

Qiaomu ran out of the dungeon all the way, with a long water whip in his hand, and double-tapped the two stone statues he saw in front of him.

She squeezed her fingers tightly.

Until the husband came quickly, held her in his arms, and held her fingers gently, one by one.

"Jojo, don't feel bad."

"Don't you think I'm cruel? Don't you think I'm abnormally spicy? I wouldn't even agree to a person's request before I died. How cruel and ruthless I am."

"But I don't want him to disturb my mother's sleep. Because he doesn't deserve it."

"Nonsense. Qiao Qiao is the softest person in the world." Mo Lian hugged her softly and comforted, "He is indeed not worthy."

To say that when she first returned to Divine China, although Qiao Qiao didn't say it, Mo Lian knew in her heart that she expected something.

Everyone who treats her with goodwill will treat them well.

However, Mu Jingfeng did it with her own hands, and she annihilated her father-daughter affection, which had been so thin, little by little.

"Give him the medicine and let him die, I will kill him."

"This is my last obligation as I am my daughter."

Revenge for his father, whoever killed him!

"He should be pleased by your mother." Merlin said for a moment, after all, silent.

Qiao Mu smiled coldly, "Oh, that kind of impure feeling, don't bother."

"Ok."

Perhaps Mu Jingfeng always thought that what he liked was Mu Qingya, a young girl.

Very unhappy family married to mother.

Or maybe, after his mother left, he suddenly realized his own intentions, and then searched for alternatives all day long, trying to retrieve some of his mother's shadow from them.

For example, the outside room Harajuku he raised, his eyes look a bit like mother.

But that's just a few points, no one can become Long Chuyun, and no one is Long Chuyun.

Long Chuyun is dead, she can never return.

The past is the past, and nothing can be turned back.

Qiao Mu stayed at Mu's house before leaving.

Grandpa Mu wounded the death of his eldest son, but because it was not a decent way of death, he ordered people to take the body to Houshan for burning.

I found a place of seclusion, erected a tomb, and sent someone to notify Arbor.

After Qiao Mu sent Mu's family to leave, he stood quietly in front of the window for a while, but eventually said nothing.

Mo Lian came in from outside the house, and saw her daughter's face stretched, her brows frowning.

He stepped forward and reached out to hug her. "It's all over, don't think about it."

Qiao Mu nodded, "No more thinking, it doesn't make any sense."

"We moved this piece of pastry in the city of shadows, and Tianyun is bound to counterattack quickly and be prepared."

"Well, you don't have to think about these annoyances all the time, you should leave it to your husband to deal with." Murray lowered her head and kissed her on the forehead.

Qiao Mu felt his belly, and thought so too.

She doesn't sleep, so does Baby Mo sleep.

For Qiao Qiao's baby, sleep well!

The meaning of the husband's words is that only when you fall asleep, the ink baby in your stomach will start to meditate and exercise.

It wasn't for the husband. It was discovered after careful observation over the past few days.

(End of this chapter)