The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

Beitang Yaori knew how important Yuan Mian was to Lin Nuanxi's heart, and seeing Yuan Mian's death with her own eyes once again, it was only natural that she would be stimulated.

——Except for Dad, I have never begged anyone on my knees. Today, I beg you Beitang Yaori, please let me go!

The scene of Lin Nuanxi kneeling in front of Beitang Yaori flashed in his mind, and he blamed himself and was annoyed.

Early the next morning, Leng Zhao knocked on the door several times, but there was no response.

After hesitating for a while, Leng Zhao pushed the door open and went in, only to find that the big bed was flat and the bedroom was empty.

Did Young Master Di go out alone?

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Traveling in the most simple and popular casual clothes still becomes an eye-catching sight.

Standing in front of a large and quiet villa in the suburbs, Beitang Yaori put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the house in front of him.

As soon as he approached the gate of the villa, the "di" sound of the alarm sounded, like an invasion siren of a dangerous species.

Unable to open the iron door in front of him, he simply jumped over the wall and entered.This is not difficult for an excellent federal soldier.

Jumping down from the wall lightly, Beitang Yaori groaned in pain, his back hurt so badly!

Ji Yan opened the door and looked at the man standing in front of him, he was not surprised.

No matter where he goes, he is supported by everyone, but today he is alone.This kind of ordinaryness that shouldn't belong to him made Ji Yan a little uncomfortable.

[Mr. Di Shao, please go back. ]

[ Step aside. ]

Even if he was alone, Beitang Yaori's powerful aura without anger and prestige was still compelling.

Ji Yan didn't stop him, Beitang Yaori walked directly into the house, looked around, there was no one else except Ji Yan.

Seeing the stairs, Beitang Yaori walked directly upstairs.Behind him, the sound of Ji Yan pressing the phone sounded.

[Eldest Young Master, the Emperor is here. ]

Beitang Yaori ignored his small report and walked directly to the room on the second floor.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a faint scent of chrysanthemums.

Lin Nuanxi was covered with a blanket and leaned on the bed, looking outside with her head sideways, quiet and calm.

She heard the sound of someone entering, but she didn't respond.

[ Nuanxi, I'll take you home. ]

It was another very inclusive and powerful reassuring words, but the person on the bed was still indifferent.

Beitang Yaori frowned, and walked to the bedside: [It's useless if you kneel down and beg me again this time! ]

The tone was slightly heavier, but the person on the bed remained calm and did not respond.

Simply, Beitang Yaori raised his hand to touch Lin Nuanxi's side face, making her look at him.

The amber eyes were calm without any waves, and he regarded him as air.

[Speak to me! ]

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The consistent command tone, a little regret in the next second.

On the way before, Beitang Yaori repeatedly warned himself to put down this strong aura, but this innate aggressive aura was still revealed.

Lin Nuanxi, who was like a quiet doll on the bed, took a few seconds to react before shifting her gaze to Jun's face who was close at hand.

It was still calm without any waves, not even the slightest fear that she would have when seeing Beitang Yaori.

Beitang Yaori looked down her neck and saw the bandage on her chest through the loose pajamas.

In an instant, he thought of that night when Lin Nuanxi frantically raised a knife in front of him and stabbed him in the chest.

[Get dressed and come back with me. ]