Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

There is still a light drizzle on the street, the ground is wet, and the air is filled with moist water vapor.

Shu Nuan waited for a long time on the street with an umbrella, but he couldn't wait for a carriage to pass by, and he didn't know how that person hired a carriage early in the morning, but when he thought of him kicking down Dr. Chu's door in the middle of the night, counting Nuan seemed to be able to imagine how he hired a carriage...

Time passed by little by little, the longer Shunuan waited, the more flustered he became.

A farewell four years ago was the separation of life and death.

For four years, she didn't know what he went through, and why he refused to recognize her...

But he didn't think she was his business, she thought he was her own business.

She didn't want to miss it again, and regretted it forever.

Shunuan stepped on the accumulated rain on the ground and ran towards the outside of the city.

The clothes she just put on were quickly splashed by the rain, but she didn't care about it. There was only one thought in her mind, to find him.

Shunuan ran out of breath, almost breathless several times, but ran out of the city.

...

If it hadn't been because she had been crazy in Beichuan these few days, she was going back to Nanrong now, but she was too lazy to ride back, so she asked Wen Youyi to find a carriage, and she lay down comfortably in the carriage, Wen Youyi had to sit outside the carriage and act as her driver.

"The scenery of Beichuan is really pleasant. If you are not on the battlefield at this time next year, you can consider coming again..."

As soon as Bei Er finished speaking, Ru Wei's voice came from inside the carriage, "I'm coming next year too!"

Bei'er smiled, shrugged helplessly, and said to Sheng Qianmo who was sitting on the other horse, "Let's go."

With a sound of "drive", Bei'er set off first, followed by Wen Youyi.

Cheng Qianmo sat on the horse, looked down at the sword pinned to his waist, and the peace talisman flying against the cold wind from the hilt.

The number is warm and young.

Sheng Qianmo touched the safety talisman, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were already indifferent and cold.

When we set off, there was a cloud of dust behind us.

In his mind, the warm and youthful appearances were constantly switching, so this made him more determined that this battle must be won.

He wants to come back to her soon, very soon.

He will come back to see Qingzhi soon with a gift.

He will return soon and aboveboard, and protect the people he wants to protect.

...

A warm voice sounded behind him.

Trance.

The sound of rain was bleak.

Her voice, soft and moist, rang out clearly.

...

Shu Nuan stopped outside the city gate, clutching the ribs of the umbrella, only had time to take a deep breath, looked up at the person who was leaving on horseback, tears blurred her eyes, blurred the sight of the man who left her, choked with sobs shout loudly--

"Uncle Sheng!"

You turn around, I forgive you.

Just leave like this, and I will never look back at you again.

Sheng Qianmo reined in his horsewhip, half-closed his eyes, and looked indifferently at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

The big hand slowly and tightly grasped the cold blade.

He gripped it so hard that he was about to tremble.

Uncle Sheng...

Uncle Sheng...

Uncle Sheng...

The little girl who would act like a baby to him, hug his neck, kiss his lips, call him Uncle Cheng...

...

Shu Nuan looked at the familiar tall and straight figure on the horseback in the distance, he was motionless, as if he was really cold-blooded and heartless.

Shu Nuan bit her lip tightly, wanting to cry but not crying.

The whole person seems to be the last line of defense on the dam, and it will be washed away at any time...

The thin body, let the cold wind blow hard.

Let the tears gradually blur the eyes, and I am about to give up.

...