MTL - My Unrivalled Princess: I Won’t Mess With You-Chapter 38 Bitter

In front of him, this man dressed in green, dressed as a man without a woman, is outside the Yushu, romantic, handsome, handsome, lovable and flowering master Su, the first richest man in Beijing, Su Liancheng.

The reason why he was dressed up was because half an hour ago, Murong Yun had something to go out of the house, and he was playing in the house.

In the end, Su Liancheng's dad was found. In order to avoid his dad, he made himself this ghost.

"Baba? What's wrong with you?" Su Liancheng was worried, what happened? Why is Hachijo hurt all over?

Could it be that Mynah has "onset" and bullied Yatsuma again?

Thinking in this way, Su Liancheng sternly said: "My brother, this is your fault, even if Hachiman doesn't like you now, you can't bully Hachiman in this way. You look at hitting Hachiman, and you feel so sad!" # _ # 27218470

"What and what?" So Su Liancheng thought she was hit by Murong Yun?

Luo Qianchan raised his hand, "Su Liancheng, not what you think."

Su Liancheng blinked, "What's that like? Hachiko tell me, who bullied you? The younger brother must avenge you! Look at me not picking up his skin, pulling his muscles!"

Feng Qing, who happened to be carrying a man covered in blood, slammed and threw it on the ground. The man was still conscious and could not help but mourn, "Master Su, here."

Murong Yun had no time to consume with him, "Go and call Zimo." # 2.7218470

Lin Zimo has been reluctant to go out at home recently, and I don't know what happened.

Having said that, Murong Yun held Luo Qian shallow and walked straight inside.

Su Liancheng also knew that it was not the time to ask Dongxiongxi. He hesitated, took off his coat, leaked out the more normal clothes, wiped his face with the coat, and restored his usual handsome appearance.

"Feng Qing, take care of people, wait for the grandfather to come back, pick up skin and cramps."

Fengqing's face didn't change color, so she heard a fart, "Um."

Su Liancheng swaggered: "It's as boring as your master, deserves no woman!"

Feng Qing is not willing to show weakness: "Feng Qing is naturally not as good as Master Su nostalgia for the flowers, and every day forces the heirs to succeed ..."

"..." Don't mind? It hurts!

Luo Qianchan, who hasn't traveled far enough, has clearly heard the words of the two of them, and yanked the corners of his mouth: "Do they usually do this?"

Murong Yun said, "Don't bother."

Murong Yun brought Luo Qiandan to his room, and gently placed Luo Qiandan on the bed.

Murong Yun's room furnishings are very simple, but no matter what you are looking for, you can't find it.

It's like the vase, the quality of the craft, if you buy it at auction, it is worth at least tens of millions!

Besides this table, although she can't tell what wood it is made of, but looking at the handicraft, the production, and the color, it is estimated that there are no more than eight million people who can't get it.

Murong Yun is really rich ...

Even if she was injured, Luo Qianchan did not forget the wealth of her money, and the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she was. Marrying such a wealthy Eight Lord, and not having to do the kind of thing between husband and wife. Is there wood?

Murong Yun didn't relax, he once again put the internal force into Luo shallow body without money, just to relieve the pain of Luo shallow shallow, and also can speed up the healing of the wound.

Luo Qianshu's eyes trembled, and he looked directly at the man's eyes, "Murong Yun, why are you so good to me?" She was so embarrassed to accept it.

Murong Yun hooked her lips, earnestly before: "Because, you are mine."

Is she his?

If Murong Yun said so from the beginning, she would definitely think he was a disciple and must stay away!

But now Luo Qianchan ... because this sentence became confused.

Luo Qianchan did not know that there are two kinds of people in Murong Yun's world.

One is your own, the other is a stranger.

Like Su Liancheng is his own person, Luo Qianchan is also his own person, treats his own person, Murong Yun teaches each other, whoever dares to touch his own person, end up, die.

And if he is a stranger, he will be destined for life and death, even if he dies before him.

This kind of person can be said to be extreme, but the eight kings are just like this, cold-blooded and ruthless is not just talking.

"What are you going to do with that person?" Luo Qiang refers to the person who killed her.

"Ask behind the scenes and kill?"

Murong Yun made no secret: "Yes."

After answering, Murong Yun looked at Luo Qianshao's expression, would she think he was cruel?

For those who are going to kill her, she will not relent.

Being kind to the enemy is cruel to herself, and she is not stupid enough to forgive those who killed her.

"Just do it."

In the bones, Luo Qianchan and Murong Yun are very similar people.

While talking, the door opened, and Su Liancheng dragged Lin Momo to the bed.

"Bug and Baba, here!"

This is the second time that Luo Qianchan saw Lin Zimo.

Last time

It was in the Prime Minister's Mansion, his gentle and gentle gentleman, Wen Runruyu looked refreshing.

Today's Lin Zimo is different from that day's bright one. He wore a gray robe, black boots on his feet, slightly messy hair, and a cyan that could not be covered from the bottom of his eyes.

It's like decadence. Even if you clean up, dark circles can't be easily hidden.

He looked at Luo Qianchan on the bed in a strange and weird manner, and the gentle smile on his face hung stiffly.

"Lao Mo didn't know what was going on. He had no choice but to see people. He was crippled by his own family. If I hadn't told him to treat Hachiman, he wouldn't be able to lie on the bed until now."

Luo Qiansha's heart trembled, it was a throbbing from the soul, it was ... from the original owner's mood.

She couldn't help turning her eyes red, tears couldn't stop flowing, and the wound didn't hurt at all, but she couldn't stop it.

It is this body that is crying on its own!

Holding Qian Qian, Murong Yun, who was in control, panicked for the first time. "Shallow ..." His deep voice was slightly hoarse.

"Does it hurt?" Murong Yun fell into deep self-blame. If he left Fengqing beside her, she would not be hurt!

Through Murong Yun, Luo Qiang, who was deep in his soul, was watching him ...

Lin Zimo seemed to have a sense of it. Watching my elder brother reacted so much, watching the tears in the corner of the woman's eyes, she couldn't help but feel shocked!

Does Qian Qian like him?

"It doesn't hurt, it's because the eyes are in the sand." Luo Qian wiped his tears rudely, and there were still a few drops of dried blood on her face, which added a little charm to her face.

Murong Yun rubbed her head distressed, "Look at the injury first?"

"Okay." Luo Qianyan took a deep breath, this feeling of being unable to control his physical emotions was simply too bad!

Lin Zimo stepped forward, shaking his hand on Luo Qian shallow's wrist. At this time, Luo Qian shallow had recovered as usual, and Lin Zimo's eyes were clear and without emotion.

The bitterness of Lin Zimo's mouth is pervasive, is he worried? Shallow heart ... no longer belongs to him.

"Miss Four offended ..." he said, lifting off the clothes on Luo's shallow arm and looking at her injury.