Abandoned Concubine Can't Escape

Chapter 169 I Don't Know the Person You Said
"Who the hell are you?" Facing the golden-brown eyes, she saw indifference and pain in them, and she looked away just for a moment.

"My lord, I said that my name is Xiao Xun." Su Wanling still said indifferently.

"Look at me." He ordered coldly, the breath on her body made him obsessed, just like her back then.

Su Wanling stubbornly turned her face away, bit her lower lip tightly, said nothing, but resisted with indifference, and subconsciously hid the bracelet he gave back with her other hand.

"Don't you dare? What is your relationship with Su Wanling? Or Su Xiaomo." Murong Chen held her tightly, and she tried to break free, but she couldn't move at all.

"I'm sorry, I don't know the person you're talking about." Su Wanling's voice was indifferent and distant, but her heart ached.

Murong Chen couldn't help sighing slightly, his eyes fell on her unfamiliar cheek, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Forget it, this is all my own fault, maybe you can see her, please tell her , I regretted it and asked her if she could give me another chance."

Su Wanling remained silent, lowering her head to suppress the bitterness in her eyes.

"If there is any offense, I ask Miss Xiaoxun to forgive me." Murong Chen let go of her, turned and left the room.

A tear flowed down the cheek slowly, and fell silently on the smooth ground, blooming flowers without fragrance.Su Wanling took a deep breath, walked to the window, and closed the small carved window tightly, with the corners of her lips raised slightly, still with a faint smile on her face.

This night, she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, Murong Chen's golden brown eyes and Jin Xi's clear eyes were always appearing alternately in her mind.He simply got up early, put on his clothes and came to the backyard of the inn.

A crescent moon in the sky stayed there alone, and suddenly a faint cloud came from nowhere. The beautiful shadow of the bright red plums seems to be a thick landscape painting. The night wind blows at dawn, mixed with a faint fragrance, which is refreshing.

"Good morning." Su Wanling was taken aback for a moment, her heart tightened slightly, she suppressed the tenderness in her eyes, and looked back at Murong Chen indifferently.
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(End of this chapter)