The princess wants to divorce

Chapter 67 The Great Hugh Motivation (3)

I nodded, and then stared at her like a researcher. Do all men like this kind of virtue? She is charming, a bit coquettish, but also a bit serious, and a little provocative in the seriousness... Sure enough, being a successful woman is also the same. Need some work.

I thought about it, and didn't bother to pay attention to the woman's stiff face.

I can't help it, I have too much free time now, I don't want to hear my mother talking about how to appease her regular fiancé, and I don't want to see Mu Xiaohan's beautiful poisonous face. Impulsive, he will rush back to the prime minister's mansion and ask Mu Xiaohan for a "pill for piercing the intestines", and then make a mistake that everyone will regret...

"Mr. Zheng, why are you here?" A certain woman looked at me with a little fear.

I looked at her strangely. When did I change my surname to Zheng? Thinking about it wrong, the panic on her face should not be something I can make her express, so slowly, slowly I turned my head.

Zheng Xiaohan's cold face always appeared when I was least prepared, and I appeared again, no matter if I was visiting the east side of the capital or the west side of the capital, damn it, I would always bump into him.

Did he send someone to follow me?

"Are you following me?" I took the lead, my face was more stinky, colder, colder, and cooler than his.

He stared at me coldly without saying a word, and I felt the autumn wind blowing.But I can't lose, can I?So I raised my head and looked back at him in displeasure, "Why, I suddenly remembered that someone like me exists?" As soon as I said that, I felt something was wrong, why are you so jealous?
So I added, "Sorry, I'm busy and don't have time to play this kind of moving game with you."

As expected, the wind was blowing rustlingly, and his clothes fluttered, and by the way, two strands of hair on his forehead were blown into confusion. When he lowered his eyelids, silence was his only expression, and besides that was the cold temperament that I couldn't ignore.

It feels like winter may be coming early.

"Hmph, do you think that being silent means you're okay? Do you think I don't know what you've done behind my back when I'm not at the house? Hmph..." Since he was silent, let me explode his anger.Regardless of whether he is justified or unreasonable, let's bomb him first.

"..." A certain man remained coolly silent, but the coldness in his eyes seemed to fade a little.

I glared at him, turned around smartly, only to find that a certain woman was still standing there, looking at her dumbfounded expression, she seemed quite frightened.

"What are you looking at, I've never seen anyone quarreling." I glared at her angrily, and I started to leave.

I don't know if it's because of the embarrassing hour of dusk, or what, but there are very few people on the street, unprecedentedly few.

It was as if the whole street had been vacated just for us.

The ancient buildings on both sides stood quietly, and those people seemed to be working as part-time statues in a fixed frame.

The autumn wind rolled up two dead leaves on the ground and hit me, and the setting sun at dusk shone directly on my body, showing a sense of depression...

"sorry."

(End of this chapter)