The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingyuan didn't know how he got out of the mountain. He also forgot how he separated from Chu Yunyao. He couldn't remember what Chu Yunyao said to him later.

Only one sentence kept circulating in his mind: "you think that I'm just a man's desire for a woman. If you change Qin Qiandai, you will have the same feeling..."

"right?" Mo Lingyuan asked himself.

As night fell, he stood at the window of his study, looking at the flickering candles in the opposite blue building, lost in thought.

Before going to bed, Chu Yunyao suddenly saw a small iron box placed beside her pillow. She turned it inside and took out the title deed on the top of the mountain, intending to return it to Mo Lingyuan.

She really shouldn't accept such a valuable thing because she didn't think it was worth it.

In the dark, Chu Yunyao, with long black hair and white clothes, came to the door.

The night is as cold as water.

The autumn night in the North has been covered with white frost.

Chu Yunyao couldn't help freezing, so she went back to the house, found a dark green Cape to cover her, and walked out quietly in cotton padded shoes.

Her thin voice is hidden in the night, mixed into one, difficult to distinguish.

Just about to enter the storage Star building, see Mo Lingyuan only wearing a white suit, hurried out.

Chu Yunyao is hesitating to return the title deed to him. When he turns around, he looks up at LAN Lou and strides in the direction of LAN Lou.

Chu Yunyao stayed in the original place, staring at his back without blinking, and disappeared in the LAN Lou.

She raised her head, and there was a woman's joyful voice coming from LAN Lou.

The tall figure of a man and the petite figure of a woman are overlapped in one place and printed on the curtain. They are extremely intimate.

Chu Yunyao gathered up her cloak and wrapped herself up. She felt that the weather was cold and the blood in her body seemed to have lost its temperature.

She didn't know how long she had been standing and watching.

It seems to be just a moment, and it seems to be a long time.

The light flashed and the dim candle in the window suddenly went out.

Chu Yunyao finally came back to her senses, squeezed the title deed tightly, and went back to Wangyue Pavilion.

Bao'er just came out with a thick quilt in her arms. She saw that Chu Yunyao was not in the room. She was about to go out to look for her in cotton shoes when she heard footsteps.

It's urgent, it's messy.

Bao'er opens the door and sees Chu Yunyao break into the bedroom wrapped in a cloak.

Bao'er closed the door and asked casually, "where have you been so late, miss? It's freezing outside. If you get sick, it's very cold. "

Chu Yunyao's face turned white and her lips turned blue. She sat by the edge of the bed and wanted to talk. She opened her mouth and found that her throat was blocked by something.

She clenched her lower lip and tried to squeeze a smile at her.

Bao'er frowned when she saw that her face was more ugly than crying. She went to touch her fingers and felt her hands cold.

Bao'er spread out her bedding, helped her to bed and lay down. She reproached with concern: "how can this finger be so cold? Go to bed and lie down

See her speechless, eyes straight, dull appearance, not at ease touched her forehead: "Miss, what's the matter with you?"

Chu Yunyao closed her eyes, pressed bao'er's hand, and trembled: "bao'er, I'm cold, I'm so cold."

Her heart seems to have broken a hole, the cold wind gurgling inside, cold and piercing.

However, the extinguished lamp in the LAN Lou kept flashing in my mind, and it seemed that there was some belief in my heart, which also went out with me....

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