The Seventh Bride of President

Qin Wuyan touched her slightly frowned eyebrows with his fingers. "When I came out of Min house, I wanted to spend less and less time with you and have more and more internal affairs. I was afraid you would complain about my heart, so I begged you to be clever and sell. I wanted to buy something to compensate you and please you."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "

Qin Wuyan's words were not humble. A powerful acting priest would come to please her.

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing: "acting as a priest, I manage everything every day for the people of the moon city. I don't share my worries. Where do I need you to please?"

Qin Wuyan coagulated her eyes: "Xiao Yu, I still hope you can call me a Yan as before, instead of calling me a priest as an outsider."

This title, used between them, is really too alienated.

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded: "it's just a title. Since you don't like it, I'll call you ah Yan later."

Qin Wuyan wanted to say something, but he wanted to stop talking. Those words seemed to be stuck in his throat and couldn't spit out a word.

Zhuang Xiaoyu moved to one side: "I've been running around all day. I should be tired. Go and lie down for a while after washing."

Qin Wuyan nodded and got up and went to the ear room.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at his back and his sight became empty and confused.

His eyes fell on the two valuable heads and closed the box cover.

She used to like these things, but now she found that they were not of much use outside her body. It was just his heart, and she couldn't bear to refuse.

Qin Wuyan came out of his ear room after grooming. He opened his bedding and lay on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side. As usual, he hugged her waist tightly and hugged her in his arms.

Zhuang Xiaoyu thought of what nanny said in his mind. He let him hold it and closed his eyes. He didn't know whether he was asleep or not.

In the middle of the night, there was a slight knock on the bedroom door. Qin Wuyan, who had not slept, opened his eyes, took a look at the ignorant sleepless people around him, quietly opened the bedding, got up and walked out of the bedroom door with light hands and feet.

Zhuang Qingyun waited outside the door and saw Qin Wuyan come out. They went to the conference hall together.

"How?" Qin Wuyan poured him a cup of tea.

Zhuang Qing got up and drank, and his face became more and more dignified: "acting priest, these rumors are probably rumors. Some time ago, rumors about you and the saint were boiling.

Today, I went to inquire and found that no one mentioned the rumors between you and the saint, but they all said that the death of the young master of the Min family was related to his wife.

He also said that his wife and young master min were in a clean place of Buddhism. Regardless of their shame, they talked by candle at night and held back about it. They were lonely men and few women. The exciting young master min took the initiative, exhausted his spirit and died

And... "

Seeing Qin Wuyan's face as black as the bottom of the pot, Zhuang Qingyun dared not go on.

Although knowing that these rumors are not pleasant to hear, Qin Wuyan still wants to listen: "what else?"

"And... Those gossipy women said that the lady was a fickle woman. She didn't abide by women's morality in the boudoir before. Later, she married young master min and broke ties with you. After she left, she hooked up with young master min. it should be..."

"What should I do?"

"It should be soaked in the pig cage and burned..." Zhuang Qingyun couldn't even say it himself: "acting priest, young master Min has only died one day. These rumors are so powerful. I checked and found out that the source came to min's house.

It must be min Zhihang who wants to suppress the scandal of the virgin's infidelity, divert the people's attention, push out the death of his son and pull his wife into the water by the way... "