The Anarchic Consort

The night was a bit thicker.

In addition to the shadow, there are no other people in the study.

The Bailijiajue looked down at the shadow of the worship on the ground, and the narrow nephew screamed: "What have you found?"

"Basically, the same as those of the monks said." The shadow hangs down: "The subordinates have inquired that even if the person is good, the temper will not change, but almost overnight, Wang Hao is like a change. People, not only have the martial arts so simple, even the habits of the weekdays are different. But the strange thing is that the subordinates have checked, it is indeed Wang Hao, because when she fell into the river, her close-fitting old He is right beside her, so there is no time to change a fake. No one knows what happened to Wang Hao. This is the most unpredictable."

The Bailijiajue did not speak, but turned the teacup in his hand, and the beautiful side of his face did not see any emotion.

The shadow looked up at the master of the house and continued to say: "So it is under the guess that Wang Hao was taken over 70%."

The Barry Gregory heard this and took the twilight back from the shadow. His tone was faint: "This matter does not have to be checked."

It was said that the shadow was a glimpse first, and then a respectful reply was made.

He looked at his master's open curtain and walked in the back, thinking that if Wang Hao was really taken away, what should he do? The royal family would not allow a person who was taken away to enter the palace. ......

"Auntie!"

I don't know if it was too embarrassing to make a toss in these two days, or the wedding night was dripping, and Helen Weiwei slept, and felt that the voice was a little itchy, the nose was stuffy, and the whole person was lazy. I don't want to move.

The side face looked down at the tiger skin without temperature, and wrinkled the eyebrows.

Originally, the two people had a very good relationship, and the troubles were not so high. Helian Weiwei felt that it was unnecessary.

When I got up, I saw that the paper contract was placed on the hand, as if it had been glued, it was a little hand-made, and it seemed to be a sticky person who had never worked.

Helen Weiwei stunned, somehow, the scene of a certain sitting in the study room, wrinkled with long eyebrows and sticky things, shook his head and picked up the paper contract.

Sun Gonggong, who came in and waited, thought that she was going to tear it up and quickly held her hand: "Hey, my little grandmother, don't make trouble, just be a slave."

"This is your grandson's sticky?" Helen Weiwei picked up his brow.

Sun Gonggong said: "Not a family."

"Who is that sticky?" Helen Weiwei stretched out.

Sun Gonggong said: "I don't know, but my Highness said it. If you tear it again, he will tear you away."

Helen Weiwei glanced at Sun Gonggong and jumped out of bed and smiled: "He won't talk like this. This is what Sun Gonggong wants to say."

Sun Gonggong had a meal and asked subconsciously: "How do you know?"

After that, I saw Helen Weiwei’s smiling eyes and wanted to bite off my tongue.

"Because it is not insidious." Helen Weiwei ordered the piece of paper: "If it is him, he will definitely say, you continue to tear, there is something in the study room."

Sun Gonggong is another meal, and the amount of support is: "The family is really serving."

A service word, Helian Weiwei knows that he is right, the corner of his mouth is up, and he licks his mouth with mint water. On the point of dealing with people, she still wants to go up and down with a certain highness.

"But the Highness gave the task to Wang Hao." Sun Gonggong smiled and opened his mouth.

Helian Weiwei frowned: "What mission?" Coping with these three palaces and six hospitals in the palace?

"His Royal Highness said that in a few days you will have to go back to the college. This course cannot be dropped." Sun Gonggong said while giving Herren Weiwei a morning meal: "So let the old slave look at Wang Hao, daily. Write the brush word for half an hour, but Wang Hao can rest assured that your high school can not write the words that are too complicated. You only need to write the endless words three times a day, and the rest are not used."

Helen Weiwei’s action on her mouth was stiff.

Endless?

"I know." Helen Weiwei said as she took the towel handed over by the little book boy. The calm and natural movements seemed to be the material that was served by human beings. It can be seen that her daily life is also luxurious. In that category.

Sun Gonggong did not think that Wang Hao would speak so well, and all the things were put up in the music, and the ink and paper were indispensable.

"Wang Hao, this is all used by your Highness, and you can see if you can't use it together."

Helen Weiwei sighed: "Full hand."

then……

Then I put it in my own bag! ! ?

What is this?

"Auntie!" Helian Weiwei sneezed again, and the man sat down on the chaise longue, looking at the study and began to sleepy.

Sun Gonggong: ... said to write a good brush word! ! !

After half an hour, Helian Weiwei automatically woke up and touched her stomach and asked: "What to eat for lunch."

Sun Gonggong: ...the point you wake up is too accurate!

The little book boy was born as a dead servant. When her high school commanded her task, she would often see Sun Gonggong. The impression was that she was a very slick person. Now, um, a little irritable.

However, Wang Hao seems to know how to give Sun Gong a smooth hair, and provoke people to say: "I have a medicinal herb here, you eat it, it is young."

Sun Gonggong’s smile was received, and the little scorpions under the hand were sent to prepare food. This is not as false as anyone else.

The little book boy realized that Sun Gonggong admitted Wang Hao.

Those who can let Sun Gonggong admit it must have passed the customs on the side of Taishang.

In fact, this is not the same as the original sister.

Just His Royal Highness...

Like the attention of the little book boy's gaze, Helian Weiwei turned to look at her: "You want to eat?"

"Hmm?" The little book boy has not responded.

The mouth was stuffed with a medicinal herb. She knew that this thing was always expensive, that is, she did not know that someone would be willing to give a slave to eat.

Helian Weiwei didn't seem to care at all. He took bamboo chopsticks and picked the dishes on the table. He didn't eat much. He only picked a few chopsticks. It was probably not appetizing: "There is no meat."

The little book boy stunned and said: "The slaves listen to Wang Hao's voice is not right, they do not want those greasy."

"Well, the body is tight." Helen Weiwei picked the root vegetables, chewed it twice in the mouth, chewed it twice, then rubbed his lips and picked the second green vegetables.

In that kind of elegance, there is a lazy childishness.

The little book boy thought that she really had never seen such a woman, and it was comfortable to watch.

However, no one knows what she will end up in the end.

Inexplicable, the little book boy hopes that the day can be slower.