Husband, I'm from the 21st Century Sequel

Chapter 162 The Secret of the Snow Country (3)

"Whether I wake up or not is none of your business." Ran Hua said in a muffled voice.

"I shouldn't be in charge, so who should be in charge? Gu Mofeng?" Qiandai Lihen asked in a low voice, a murderous intent flashed across Liutong.

Ran Hua gently pushed Qiandai Lihen away, stared into Qiandai Lihen's elegant eyes, and asked after a while, "What do you mean?"

Qiandai Lihen's gaze sank, and he sighed: "I just want to tell you that Jiang Ling is to me what the wind of ancient ink is to you, and he will never be the person on top of my heart."

Hearing Yan Ranhua's whole body trembled slightly, her vermilion lips suddenly raised a dazzling arc, her eyes were full of tears, she forced him here, but she wanted him to say these words himself, now, she got her wish, but why can't she feel a little bit of it? joy?
"Cry if you want to cry." Qiandai Lihen's quiet eyes faintly flashed a hint of distress, and his big hand caressed that sad face, and ripples appeared in the lake of heart.

Ran Hua shook his head lightly, and said: "You don't know that you saw me crying, I was just crying with joy." After saying that, he actually smiled brightly at Qiandai Lihen.

Qiandai Lihen slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and her eyes flickered.That look clearly said that he didn't believe it.

Dye Hua's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to change the subject, when out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a short table beside him, a silver kettle boiling wine on the Boshan stove, and the aroma of the wine lingered in his nose, making people itch.

Qiandai Lihen walked to the short table, took a glass cup, took the silver jug ​​with his hand, poured half a cup of fine wine from the oblique jug, sniffed it close to his nose, and said calmly: "This wine You really have to cook it to know the taste." The voice was low and faint, as if he was talking to himself, or to the dyeing painting.

Ranhua approached slowly, reaching out to snatch the glazed cup held in Qiandai Lihen's hand, but Qiandai Lihen seemed to have predicted it, and raised his arm slightly, barely avoiding Ranhua's outstretched hand.

After failing to make one move, Dye Huafu made another move. For a moment, the gazebo saw two figures shuttle back and forth like shadows.

In an elegant room in the Tingfeng Building, Hua Qin sat on the sofa near the window with a relaxed expression, glanced at the graceful figure in the lake pavilion from time to time, and sighed softly: "Ah Hen, If I could, I would give my all, just to keep you happy like this forever." You Luo's voice revealed a trace of unspeakable sadness.

The servant standing by the side raised his eyes lightly when he heard the words, followed Hua Qin's gaze and glanced at the Huxin Pavilion in the distance. A strange look flashed across his eyes, and then sank into those stagnant pupils in just a moment. eye.

"Master, it's meal time, please move to the Nuan Pavilion." The servant reminded at the right time.

Hua Qin looked away slowly, stood up, "Let's go." After saying that, he went straight to the outside of the house.

The servant lightly closed the open window, and only then stepped up to catch up with his master's leaving figure.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Ranhua stopped chasing Qiandai Lihen, and said with a bored face: "It's fine if you don't give it, I don't have to drink your glass of wine." His eyes squinted at the silver pot on the low table, A cunning flashed in his eyes.

Ranhua reached out for another glass cup, took the silver pot, and was about to pour a cup for himself, but when his hand touched the silver pot, his face changed slightly.The outstretched hand was slowly retracted, and his eyes suddenly fell on Qiandai Lihen who had already sat down on the brocade stool next to the short table, Ran Hua was so angry that his teeth itched.

Qiandai Lihen glanced at the dyeing painting, and said in a faint voice: "Accidentally, I asked the servants to add more charcoal."

Hehe, I'm sorry, the exam is approaching, and I'm slow again, but I will save the manuscript for the next one, and I will never publish it if it is less than 30 words.This is a naked update, and I posted it while writing, so the speed is so fast, I despise myself!

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