The Seventh Bride of President

Mu Qing's eyes fell on the person who was still lying on the bed. His eyes stuttered on Duan Changyu's face. The second half of the speech stuck in his throat. Mu Qing could not believe it: "this, this...

What's the matter?

Ye is still indifferent to sleep on the bed.

Another man appeared in front of him.

Chu Yunyao was relieved to see that MuQing, who was always calm, had such a reaction: "so, it's a success."

Mu Qing immediately responded, "Changyu, is it you?"

Duan Changyu nodded: "is it very similar?"

Mu Qing nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "like, I really want to, young lady's painting skill has reached the peak."

No wonder when he disguised himself as yunche, he searched around and didn't notice anything strange.

Defeated in the young lady's mysterious craft, Mu Qing is convinced to lose.

Chu Yun Yao as like as two peas in the treasure, picked and picked up Duan Changyu, and then he had to modify the details of the place, and saw that the details of the face were exactly the same as that of Mo Ling Yuan, and finally he was satisfied.

"Bo'er, Mr. mu, what do you think? Can those people tell? " Chu Yunyao was still worried.

Bao nodded as like as two peas. "If Chang Yu does not speak, he is almost the same from his head to toe, and those people should not be suspicious."

Mu Qing echoed: "it's really very similar. This face is just like looking in the mirror with you. If you don't lie on the bed, I can't recognize it as Changyu."

Chu Yunyao nodded and pointed to the black cloak, "put it on."

Bao'er quickly picked up the cloak and put it on Duan Changyu's body. He wrapped his body tightly and told him: "Changyu, you must remember that you are the one who has been seriously injured. Don't show any flaws."

Duan Changyu gave a low "um" and let bao'er help him to tidy up his clothes and cloak. It was like a warm spring flowing through his heart.

Chu Yunyao took out a gun from her arms and put it into bao'er's hand. "No one is allowed to come in without my command. You guard this threshold for me and don't want anyone to know that Ling Yuan is lying here.

Otherwise, shoot to death! "

Bao'er took the gun, held it tightly in his hand and nodded his head heavily. "I won't let anyone in except miss. Even Chang Yu and Mr. mu, I'll shut them out."

Duan Changyu: ---

Mu Qing: ---

heartless girl bao'er, at the critical moment, she only remembers your young lady. If you don't believe him, Mu Qing, an outsider, can't even believe her future husband. She's not afraid to hurt Duan Changyu.

As if entrusted to Siyu, Chu Yunyao said, "I'll give Lingyuan to you."

With that, holding Duan Changyu's arm, he went out of the bedroom without looking back.

Mu Qing followed them closely. He watched Chu Yunyao help Duan Changyu through the long eaves and walk all the way to the assembly hall. He immediately ordered his bodyguard: "when you wake up, you will be sent down to the assembly hall to discuss the war."

The guard looked at Mo Lingyuan who was "alive" and muttered: "young lady is really a miracle doctor!"

He ran to call people.

In the chamber.

Chu Yunyao, with a pale face and a cold look, sat on a large chair with a blanket at the table with a tight brow.

She looked at Duan Changyu and asked in a soft voice, "you'll see better then. Who is the most upset and flustered when you are here?"

Duan Changyu lowered his eyebrows and said, "good!"