Super Miserable Time Travel: Concubine Lie Fu

Chapter 170 secret love?

This is the first time I called him by his name. I don't know why, but the gap between me and him has been gradually eliminated, such as identity, title, and so on.

He moved his cherry lips, and smiled softly, "Okay, ugly girl, then I will take back the same amount of advantage for you now, my highness has a lot of adults, don't care about your abruptness to me."

"You..." I stood up abruptly, my face suddenly burned, the drunken snowflake in my hand trembled, Nangong Huangyue's eyelids twitched, and immediately shouted, "Hey, be careful, don't ruin this Drunk Snowflake!"

I looked at the drunken snowflake in my hand, I picked the flower for several hours, but it was still lovely and full of fragrance, without any influence at all.It seems that the name Zuixue is really a good name.

I suddenly remembered this incident. Nangong Huangyue was looking at me with special meaning. I raised the drunken snowflake in my hand and asked with a cold face, "Your Highness, you risked your life just to pick the This kind of flower? Are you an idiot, life is more important than flowers?"

Although Nangong Huangyue is not mine, but if he really...really dies, I think my life will lose a lot of fun.

A little blush appeared on Nangong Huangyue's pale face, but he glared at me bitterly, "You don't care about my affairs, Bai Dongyou, don't think who you are, hum~"

I was taken aback, Bai Dongyou?Ha, this guy actually thinks Dongyou is my nickname, right?But think about it, what he said is also very right, his business has nothing to do with me.

"Okay, your business is none of my business. Then you have a good rest and don't hang up." I replied coldly, put Zui Xuehua beside him and stood up, intending to walk outside.

"Hey, Bai Dongxuan, do you want to die? I'm hungry, I'll get someone to bring me food, I want you to feed me yourself!" Nangong Huangyue said coldly from behind, I was startled, turned around, saw There was a sly gleam in those eyes.After thinking about it, this person just survived a catastrophe, so let's make do with this guy.

I asked the maid to deliver the easy-to-feed ginseng meat porridge, and I carefully fed him with a dark face. He looked smug, as if he had completely forgotten that he had just escaped from the dead door.

(End of this chapter)