Raising a Fox Consort: The Cold Demonic Wang’s Sweet Love

When I heard the general manager Lin, Xiaoye immediately thanked him.

It was said that Lin’s manager just turned around and took the golden sore medicine and some gauze out. Xiaoye saw this and immediately reached for it.

After three more thanks, Xiaoye planned to turn around and go to the East Warm Pavilion.

However, when Xiao Ye was just turned around and looked at the tall man who did not know when it appeared behind her, she was so scared that she took a sip of cold and apricot.

"Oh... Wang, the king is auspicious!"

Looking at the Huangpu 不 who did not know when he appeared behind him, Xiaoye was scared and surprised.

For the horrified leaflets, Huangpu's narrow peach blossoms, just a light sweep, fell on the golden sores and gauze held in the leaflets.

Seeing this, Huangpu's long and narrow peach blossoms, first flickering gently, then, the lips slightly open, asked quietly.

"Wang Hao is hurt!?"

Huangpu’s mouth is open, and the tone is faint, as if it was just a question.

However, when he heard the words of Huangpu, the face of Xiaoye could not help.

After all, she has been waiting for her own family for more than a month, naturally clear, the weight of her own Wang Shuo in this man's mind.

Wang Hao, a self-married family, has been sleeping with this man, and this man has never taken the initiative to find his own king.

It is enough to prove that the weight of his own king, in this man's mind, is so insignificant.

However, nowadays, his own prince, suddenly said this, is not, his own prince, in fact, still care about their own Wang Hao! ?

Just thinking in Xiaoye’s heart, Huangpu’s goodbye to Xiaoye is just a silly place, and the brow can’t help but glimpse.

Looking at the strangeness in the small eyes, Huangpu will not know the thoughts of this little girl! ?

In this regard, in fact, Huangpu is saying this afterwards, and his heart has also been a bit strange.

After all, the woman, with him, is just the name of a husband and wife, but there is no husband and wife, even if the woman is really hurt, and has something to do with him! ?

However, in the golden sore medicine on the hand of this little cockroach, he naturally said such a sentence.

Think about it, Huangpu's brows can't help but sneak a sigh of relief.

For the mind of Huangpu, Xiaoye will know! ?

At this moment, looking at her in Huangpu, looking at her, the appearance of the eyebrows, Xiaoye returned to God, the heart immediately shocked.

I thought that it was my own delay and the man was angry.

Thinking of this, Xiaoye’s heart was tight and she immediately panicked.

The feet are soft, but they are not soft enough to be on the ground.

Because of the tense relationship, even the words, the words are stuttering.

"Back, back to the prince, Wang Hao, Wang Hao, she accidentally got it, hurt her hand, so, therefore, the slave is taking the golden sore medicine, giving it to Wang Hao..."

It’s hard to finish a complete sentence. Xiaoye’s gaze at Huangpu’s eyes is even more tense.

When I heard the words of Xiaoye, there was a low tension and panic. The beautiful peach blossoms of Huangpu’s 眸 just flicked.

Worn your hand! ?

Thinking of this, Huangpu 珏 unexpectedly thought that just above the chaotic lake, the boy also injured his hand.

I want to come, there are so many people who hurt their hands today!

I don't know, that boy, how is it now! ?

Also, the boy, who is it! ?

Although, the first time he saw the boy, he felt that the boy was really different.

The boy, who is not afraid of power, is still not humbled by people who are high-powered.

There is also a neat hand, and the act of derogatory is really admirable.

The most important thing is the teenager, the familiar feeling that he gave him.

It’s like they have seen each other...

Just, it shouldn't be. If he had seen the boy before, he would have no impression at all! ?

Just as Huangpu’s heart was wondering, Xiaoye didn’t know Huangpu’s thoughts. At this moment, Huangpu’s squatting was just thinking about what he was thinking. At this moment, the night was deep, and Wang Hao was waiting for her to go back and give her medicine. It!

Thinking of this, Xiaoye first took a deep breath and took the courage to speak.

"Back, look back at the prince, the slaves have to go back, go back to Wang Hao to apply medicine! If, if there is no other thing, the slaves will retire first!?"

Xiaoye opened, after saying this, immediately sneaked up the apricot, looked at the man in front of him, was afraid, what the man would suspect, or what would be angry.

Looking at the front of the small cockroach, the timid like a rat, Huangpu 珏 only feel funny.

I am not a viper and a beast. Why do you see him, a mouse sees a cat! ?

Is he so scary? ? Therefore, let everyone in the house be awesome to him! ?

Just as Huangpu’s heart felt funny, the next moment, inside the brain, suddenly there was a pair of clear, non-staining eyes.

Do not!

In the government, there are other people who are not afraid of him!

That is, the one who is famous for him...

Thinking of the woman, it was clear and full of firm eyes, and Huangpu’s heart was filled with a strange feeling.

I always feel that this pair of eyes is a little familiar...

Just for a while, he couldn't think of one so it turned out.

Thinking of this, Huangpu could not help but fall into the thoughts...

......

"Wang Hao, are you asleep!? The slaves will first treat the wounds to you, and Wang Hao will go to bed again!? Otherwise, it will be cold here, and it will be cold in the evening..."

Ye Zuo Zuo was sleeping stupidly, and suddenly heard the gentle and caring voice beside him, and could not help but turn left and left.

The otter with a little bit of sputum, first quietly stared at the side of Ren Li, with a gentle face of tenderness, and then thought of what Xiaoye said, Ye Zuo Zuo first stretched out without any grace.

"Hah, I can't think of it, I actually fell asleep!"

The left and left of the leaf said, and then the otter swept the window.

Just thinking about it, she was too tired, but lying on the chaise longue, intending to wait for the leaflet to come back.

Who knows, when I lie down, I sleep.

Today, when I heard the leaflet, there was the gold sore medicine and gauze she had in her hand, apparently trying to dress up the wound for herself.

Seeing this, the left left leeches of the leaves are lightly flashed first, then the red lips are opened, and the mouth says.

"Small leaf, dressing wounds, I am quite good at it. You are going to prepare me a basin of water, and bathing things."

Ye left and left, it is also true.

After all, in these years, she has experienced a lot of things, bullets and rainforests, and there are countless others.

In addition, the small leaf that the temper, if it is waiting to see the wound on the back of her hand, may be there to wipe the tears there!