The princess wants to divorce

Chapter 152 Mental Torture 2
Seeing the master sneer so coldly, Xiaoer's self-esteem was severely hit, she stood up abruptly, and wiped her tears, "I'm going now, servant girl." His face was more heroic than on the battlefield, and finally he looked like Looking at Xiaoyi as if confessing his last words, "Xiaoyi, if I can't come back, you have to listen to Miss well in the future, you know, don't make Miss angry again..."

Black lines covered Chu Xiaoren's entire face, is she going to die?
It's just a study, is it necessary to confess the last words?
Tears welled up in Xiao Yi's eyes, "Xiao Er, you can go. I will."

Then the two staged a tearful farewell scene in front of Chu Xiaoren.

"Xiaoer, you can go, Xiaoyi, go get me some water first." Don't be short of water in winter.

The two hugged each other tearfully twice, "Xiao Yi."

"Little two."

Chu Xiaoren rolled his eyes and urged, "Xiao Er, hurry up, he won't be in the study after it's late." He's still so sensational, who is he acting for?

She's tired of seeing them all.

Helpless, Xiao Er can only go to the study alone, which is comparable to a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.

Zheng Xiaohan looked deep in thought, frowned, and told him rationally that there could be no 'adultery' between Chu Chu and Mu Xiaohan, but these days, using all the intelligence networks, it is true that there is no trace of Mu Xiaohan.

But today, he suddenly appeared in the palace...

Thinking about it, the picture of Chu Chu and Mu Xiaohan being intimate became in my mind.Hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and the picture turned into a picture of her disdainful of green grass and throwing it to the cows.

Unprecedented setbacks hit him deeply.

I stood up and walked towards the door of the study, thinking to myself, if she is still there, it means that she cares about me.

With an uneasy mood, Zheng Xiaohan put his hand on the doorknob, but put it down hesitantly, laughing at himself, never thought that he would be so naive.

Without thinking about it, he quickly opened the door, the wind hit his face coldly.

There was no ghost in the empty corridor.

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled wryly, he really didn't care.

The mood suddenly became very gloomy, Zheng Xiaohan stood at the door of the study for a long time, with his hands on his back.

(End of this chapter)