My husband is a wife

Chapter 1192 Actually Ignores Her

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Love's forehead.

So, tragically, Love became the cannon fodder for their flowery guns.

Xiahou Huan'er had a weird smile on her lips, hooked her fingers and said, "Help me with something tomorrow."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Love moved closer to her.

Xiahou Huan'er told her so and so at a volume that only two people could hear.

After hearing this, Le Fu immediately showed a frightened expression on his face: "Miss, I can't do this. If the master finds out, he will strangle me to death."

"The sky is falling, I'll hold you up, what are you afraid of?"

"But..." How could she let her do this.

"Don't give up. If you don't help me, it's hard to tolerate. You have to think about it." There was absolute pressure in the tone.

Love was aggrieved, but she also knew that she couldn't refuse, so she could only nod with tears in her eyes, hoping that the Lord would not kill her by then.

"Okay, go and tell him, don't come back to sleep too late, I'm waiting for him."

Xiahou Huan'er waved at her, smiling.

"I'll go right away." Le Fu floated out of the room desolately as the leaves fluttered in the cold wind, and went to the study to call the master back to the room.

Xiahou Huan'er took back the wedding dress magazine and found her favorite wedding dress. The name of this wedding dress was Encounter Happiness. They met each other and met happiness. Because of this name, she liked it even more. With a firm smile determined to win.

She closed the magazine, and couldn't help imagining in her mind, what a happy and enviable couple she would be wearing that wedding dress and walking into the auditorium arm in arm with him.

While she was thinking about it, the hero came back, his face was still stern, but his eyes softened a lot.

Xiahou Huan'er acted as if the dispute just now had never happened, and the wind left no trace.

Damn, this heartless little woman, who has a thicker skin than her.

Fortunately, he had been struggling for so long because of what happened just now, saying "Don't come back to bed too late, I'm waiting for you", and he was subdued.

Master Xing sighed inwardly, deeply feeling that his majesty had turned into mud on the little woman, so he fell silent helplessly.

"Still angry?" Seeing that he was silent, Xia Hou Huan'er pinched his handsome face and sneered heartlessly.

Dongfang Xing glanced at her with his deep and cold eyes, and said lightly: "No, go to sleep, tomorrow morning, I will take you to the zombie camp to remove the plaster cast."

Xiahou Huan'er asked worriedly, "How did they get rid of the plaster? Did they smash it with a hammer?"

Dongfang Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not answer.

His silence, in Xiahou Huaner's eyes, was an acquiescence, and a horrified expression appeared on his face: "If they make a mistake and hit my leg, wouldn't it hurt me to death?"

Master Xing, with the old god around, still kept silent and let her play freely.

Xiahou Huan'er automatically made up his mind, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Shaking his head violently, he said, "I think it's better not to knock off the plaster. If I make a mistake, it will hurt me to death."

This master is too tolerant, she was noisy for so long, and he was silent for so long.

It finally caused the dissatisfaction of a certain girl.

She frowned: "Hey, you should say something." It would get tiresome to sing a one-man show alone for a long time, although she often did it in front of him.

Master Xing didn't even shake her, and closed his eyes.

Xiahou Huan'er stared at him, this arrogant man actually ignored her, and ignored her so thoroughly.

(End of this chapter)