The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Ling Yuan squinted at her one eye, didn't agree also didn't oppose, the facial expressionless upright sits, snorted lightly.

Chu Yunyao nuzui, the body moved a little bit, pulled his arm: "come on, I'll wrap it for you."

Mo Lingyuan is still cold, unmoved.

Chu Yunyao knows that he is stimulated by Mo Jinlan's words, but she doesn't know how to explain it.

"Although you didn't get hurt just to save me, you are my husband. If you get hurt, I will still feel sorry." Chu Yunyao grabs his arm with a small hand and forcefully opens his sleeve, revealing a bloody wound.

"Will you love me?" Mo Lingyuan didn't avoid her this time. He extended his arm in front of her very cooperatively. His dark eyes were like a deep well, staring at her without waves.

"I don't care. Who do you care?" Chu Yunyao held the handkerchief and carefully tied it to the position of his wound. Without raising her head, she answered casually.

By the way, I blew at the place where he was injured.

That small appearance, looking at it, it seems that there is really some care and love in it.

Mo Lingyuan's thin lips were slightly raised, and the frost at the bottom of her eyes melted. The other hand stretched out to her and spread out: "explain, how did this purse get into your hand?

Yunche gave it to you?

What's your relationship with yunche?

When did you meet?

Did he instigate you to leave Jincheng last time?

... "

it seems that Mo Lingyuan opened the conversation, and one by one he jumped out full of doubts.

Chu Yunyao quickly stopped him: "wait, one question after another, what do you want to know? You ask so many questions, I don't know where to start

"Well, tell me first, how did you get this purse into your hand?" Mo Lingyuan thought of what Mo Jinlan said, a sour and astringent feeling straight out, in the heart all not taste.

"Nan Yan gave it to me." Chu Yunyao saw his incredulous expression on his face and quickly raised three fingers to swear: "what I said is true. If there is a half lie, I will let my soul out of this body and die..."

Mo Lingyuan quickly covered her mouth and locked her clear eyes with dark eyes. He said angrily: "explain, who let you swear."

"Don't you believe me?" Chu Yunyao held the back of his hand that caressed his little face and rubbed his palm like a kitten: "what I said is true."

"Well, as long as you say it yourself, I'll believe you." Mo Lingyuan rubbed her little face with her finger. Her eyes were more and more dark, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"That's what you said. I promise I won't cheat you."

"Well, I'll ask you again, why does Nanyan give you a purse?" The power of Mo Lingyuan's palm is constantly increasing, and he wants to rub this eye-catching thing.

If you don't give me anything, I'll give you my pocket.

Seeing this junk, Mo Lingyuan felt more and more eye-catching.

"Nan Yan wanted to thank me for living in the young commander's mansion for so many days. He was so sorry that he embroidered two purses for me. One was pink and the design was bingdilian.

The other is this.

She also wished us both a long life together and a long life together. " Chu Yunyao took it out of her handbag. If she did, she found a pink one.

When Mo Lingyuan heard the blessing of Nan Yan, he felt very happy and muttered, "she knows the right way to move forward and backward."