Amazing crossing: the princess who was hunted down

Chapter 949 [Fan Wai] I almost told them the truth!
Qing Luo looked up and looked at him with a half-smile, "Is that why you have no confidence in me?"

Yun Aotian hurriedly said,

"It's not that you don't have confidence, my wife, but that I don't have confidence in myself as a husband! Who told me that everyone loves my wife..."

"Oh, it's so cold!"

Qing Luo yelled in a low voice on purpose, and made a disgusted expression, "Goosebumps are all up!"

"Haha!" Yun Aotian laughed loudly.

"Hush!" Qing Luo made a gesture of silence, and pointed to the window where the candlelight was still shining, "Don't disturb her! Let's go back!"

Yun Aotian nodded, "Yes."

He embraced her, and the two of them walked slowly towards Pei Yuan.

"Aotian, tell me," Qing Luo said suddenly,

"Is it appropriate for us to do this? If they know, will they blame us?"

Yun Aotian was stunned for a moment, then a knowing smile appeared on his lips,
"How could it be? It's too late for them to thank us!"

"But," Qing Luo was still a little bit sorry,
"Isn't it a little immoral for us to hide it from them?
Look at how sad they are, Hongling hasn't eaten properly these days, and Yi'er and I try to tease her so she can barely eat a few bites.

You have seen Jiang Churan's appearance just now. There is nothing worse than heartbreak.

As soon as I saw them like this, I, I, I almost couldn't help but tell them the truth..."

"It's 99 steps, are you still one step away?" Yun Aotian smiled,

"Surprise, surprise, no surprise, where is the joy?
Don't worry, they will thank us tomorrow..."

Qing Luo smiled, "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's arrival!"

"Yes," Yun Aotian also said,

"I think, not only us, Mo Feng, but also the entire Aoxiao Villa, are probably looking forward to it..."

Qing Luo chuckled lightly: "I never thought that Mo Feng would come up with such a bad idea, it's really hard for him..."

The husband and wife walked back slowly arm in arm, the voice gradually became quieter, and the figures became farther and farther away.
Only the night wind blows through the treetops, making a slight sound, like a lover's whisper, delicate and intoxicating...

(End of this chapter)