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

Jiang Mi'er has delicate makeup on her face, but she can look haggard——

Jiang Bo is still dead.

[I want to see Yao Ri, I know he is at home! ]

[Miss Jiang, please go back. ]

[ Leng Zhao, get out of the way! ]

Jiang Mi'er roared, turned around and ran upstairs quickly.Leng Zhaojun frowned displeasedly, and chased after him.

In front of Di Shao's bedroom door, Leng Zhao grabbed Jiang Mi'er's hand that was about to knock on the door.

[Master Di does not want to see you, Miss Jiang, this is my last courtesy to you. ]

The strength of the big palms holding Jiang Mi'er's wrist reveals a warning force that cannot be disobeyed.

Jiang Mi'er tugged a few times, but couldn't tear away Leng Zhao's firm hand.

[Sunshine, Sunshine!I'm Mi'er, please let me see you Beitang Yaori!I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, I know I was wrong!I shouldn't be in contact with Murong Qiangwei, please let me in to see you! ]

[…]

Jiang Mi'er yelled into the bedroom, and her intestines were green from regret at this time.

When she saw the cold body of her brother Jiang Bo, and when she knew the horrifying things that Murong Qiangwei did in Tibet, she was terrified.

She never thought that Murong Qiangwei still had such a side, and even implicated her brother Jiang Bo who was murdered!

[Yao Ri... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong!Please don't do this, I love you... I love you!woo woo woo...]

[…] Leng Zhao still maintained the posture of grabbing her, with no signs of loosening his hands.

[At least, for the sake of my brother Jiang Bo, let me meet you!Shining sun, shining—]

[Let her in. ]

The words of the amnesty came faintly from the bedroom.

Leng Zhao immediately let go of his hand and let Jiang Mi'er in.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, Jiang Mi'er's body froze slightly——

Beitang Yaori held Lin Nuanxi in his arms, and Beitang Yaori held her face in his chest in an invisible gesture.

This is like pampering a baby who is coaxing him to sleep.

Beitang Yaori was naturally displeased at being disturbed in such a warm atmosphere.

[Yao Ri, why is she here? ]

[Why isn't she here? ]

[She obviously hasn't--]

[No matter how far a person goes, he will eventually return to his home. ]

Beitang Yaori's definition of Lin Nuanxi's "home" is enough to show that Jiang Mier's hope index for remarriage is pitifully low.

The scene in front of her undoubtedly made Jiang Mi'er very jealous, and she tried her best to restrain this ugly jealousy.

[Yao Ri, you have lost a lot of weight these few days. ]

Playing the sympathy card is Jiang Mi'er's strong point, not to mention, she is Jiang Bo's biological sister.

[My brother died so suddenly, even now when I get home, I still can't believe that my brother is really gone. ]

[…]

At the bottom of Beitang Yaori's black eyes, an imperceptible forbearance flashed, but it disappeared quickly.

[Yao Ri must not be able to accept it, brother, he... loves you so much! ]

[…]

[Yao Ri, I am no less determined than my brother to love you, I only hope... to be by your side. ]

It is obviously extremely difficult to expect to regain the title of Mrs. Di's wife now.At least, she didn't want to not even have the chance to meet in the future.

[For my brother, I want to extend my brother's love, Yaori...]

[ Finished? ]

This was different from Jiang Mi'er's expectations. Beitang Yaori's tone was flat, making people unable to feel any emotional ups and downs.