There is a fox in my house

Chapter 1951 Is it another coincidence? 3
If Shangguan Yu knew that his wife had gone to a place like Huajielou. .have no idea. . .

He admitted that he was taking some pleasure in other's misfortune.

Who let that woman talk about him with a gun and a stick?

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shangguan Yu's face darken slightly.

At this time, Xian'er also came over with a box.

When Shangguan Yu saw her coming, his face returned to normal.

He stretched out his hand to take the box from Xian'er, and asked casually, "Have you gone to see Madam?"

He knew that her words and deeds were different from ordinary women.

But I didn't expect that she would disguise herself as a man and go to a romantic place like Huajielou.

As a woman, how could she have the nerve to go to such a place?
If she does this again in the future.

Let people know that his Shangguan Yu's wife actually visits the place of fireworks. . .

Thinking of this, Shangguan Yu's face darkened again.

He can pamper her and let her do whatever she wants.

However, she must not be allowed to mess around.

This account, he will have to settle it with her in a while.

"Yes, son."

"what is she doing?"

"This..."

Xian'er looked at the Jiyue Flow Mark, with a troubled expression on her face.

Shangguan Yu raised his eyebrows, "There is nothing to say, brother Liuhen is not an outsider..."

Well, since the son has said so.

Then she has nothing to worry about.

She coughed twice, lowered her head slightly, and said in a steady tone, "My lord, madam is here now... painting..."

"draw?"

Since it is painting, there is nothing wrong with it. . .

Why did Xian'er still have a troubled expression on her face.

I'm afraid this painting is different from what they imagined.

"Oh? What did you draw?"

"It seems to be... a portrait of you, my lord..."

Shangguan Yu's heart suddenly moved, he was stunned for a while, and the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, "Did you draw this young master?"

Yes, it is indeed the son of the painting. .

only. .The son of her pen. . .It has become another look completely.

(End of this chapter)