Sweet Princess,You Can't Run

In front of him, this man, dressed in all kinds of colors and colors, is just the young master Su, who is elegant, handsome, and loved by everyone. He is the first Fu Su Lian City in Beijing.

The reason why he dressed up was completely because half an hour ago, Murong Yun was out of the house, and he was playing in the house.

As a result, Su Liancheng's father came. In order to avoid his father, he made himself such a ghost.

"Eight sister-in-law? What's the matter with you? " Su Liancheng looks worried. What's wrong? How is eight sister-in-law injured?

Is it that myna is "sick" to bully eight sister-in-law again?

Thinking like this, Su Liancheng scowled: "eight elder brother, this is your wrong, even if eight elder sister-in-law doesn't like you now, you can't bully eight sister-in-law like this, you look at eight sister-in-law to beat, heartache dead!"

"What and what?" So Su Liancheng thought Murong Yun beat her?

Luo shallow raised his hand and stroked his forehead, "Su Lian Cheng, not what you think."

Su Liancheng blinked, "what's that like? Eight sister-in-law, you tell me, who bullied you? I will avenge you! Look, I'm not going to peel his skin, I'm going to cramp him! "

Feng Qing at the back just carried a man who was covered with blood. He threw it on the ground with a bang. The man was conscious. He couldn't help crying, "master Su, the man is here."

Murong Yun did not have time to spend with him, "go and shout Zi mo."

Recently, Lin Zimo has been staying at home and refuses to go out, and I don't know what happened.

Said, Murong cloud holding Luo shallow straight inside.

Su Liancheng also knows that it's not the time to ask questions. He laughs and takes off his coat, which is more normal inside. He wipes his face with his coat and recovers his handsome appearance.

"The wind is clear. I'll take good care of the people. I'll have a cramp when I come back."

Feng Qing's face did not change, when listening to a bullshit, "well."

Su Liancheng skimmed his lips: "as boring as your master, you deserve no women!"

Fengqing is not willing to be outdone: "naturally, Fengqing is not as fond of the flowers as young master Su, who is forced to carry on the family line every day..."

“……” Do you have a heart? It hurts a lot!

Not far away Luo shallow will be his two people's words do not leak a word to listen to a clear, the corner of the mouth pumping: "they usually do this?"

Murong Yun said, "don't pay attention."

Murong cloud with Luo shallow came to his room, gently put Luo shallow on the bed.

Murong Yun's room furnishings are very simple, but no matter what kind of things are not available.

It's like that vase. If you buy it at auction, it's worth tens of millions!

Besides, although she couldn't tell what kind of wood the table was made of, it was estimated that none of the more than eight million could not get hold of it by looking at the handicraft, the making and the color.

Murong Yun is really rich

Even though she was hurt, Luo Qianqian did not forget her love for money. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she was. She didn't have to do things between husband and wife to marry such a rich eighth prince. How could she think how excellent she was? How did she like youmuyou too much?

Murong Yun did not relax. He once again put his internal power into Luo Qianqian's body, just to relieve Luo's pain and speed up the healing of his wound.

Luo shallow eyes trembled, looking directly at the man's eyes, "Murong cloud, why do you treat me so well?" So good that she was embarrassed to accept it.

Murong cloud hook lips, unprecedented serious: "because, you are mine."

Is she his?

If Murong Yun said so at the beginning, she would feel that he was a disciple and must be away from him!

But now luoqianqian Because this sentence became confused.

Luo Qianqian doesn't know that there are two kinds of people in Murong cloud's world.

One is his own, the other is a stranger.

For example, Su Liancheng is his own man, and Luo Qianqian is also his own. When he treats his own people, Murong Yun gives him everything. If anyone dares to move his own people, he will die.

But if a stranger, life and death each safe destiny, even if he died in front of him, he can be indifferent.

This kind of person can be said to be very extreme, but the eighth Lord is so, cold-blooded and merciless is not just talking about it.

"What are you going to do with that man?" Luo Qianqian refers to the person who killed her.

"Ask the people behind the curtain and kill them?"

Murong Yun did not hide: "well."

After answering, Murong Yun looked at Luo's expression. Would she think he was cruel?

She won't be soft on those who want to kill her.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to herself. She is not stupid enough to forgive those who killed her.

"That's it."

In essence, Luo Qianqian and Murong Yun are very similar people.

Speaking, the door opened, Su Liancheng dragged linzimo to the bedside.

"Eight brothers and eight sisters in law, here we areThis is the second time Luo Jianqian saw linzimo.

The last time he was in the prime minister's office, he was modest and gentleman, and his appearance was fresh and fresh.

Today's Lin Zi Mo is different from that day's bright. It is dressed in a gray robe, with black boots on its feet, slightly disordered hair, and a blue color that can't be covered under the eyes.

It's like decadence for a long time. Even if you clean it up, dark circles can't be hidden easily.

He looked at the bed of Luo shallow complex strange, face soft smile stiff hanging.

"Old Mo doesn't know what's going on. He has to see people. He is decadent. If I hadn't told him to treat his eighth sister-in-law, he would still be lying in bed."

Luo's heart trembled. It was a throb from the depths of his soul. It was From the original owner's mood.

She couldn't help red eyes, tears can not stop flowing out, clearly the wound is not painful, but she just can't stop.

It's the body itself crying!

Holding the heaven and earth in hand, Murong Yuntou was in a panic, "shallow..." His deep voice was a little hoarse.

"Does it hurt?" Murong Yun fell into deep self blame, if he left Fengqing beside her, she would not be hurt!

Through Murong cloud, the soul of the Luo shallow is looking at him

Lin Zimo seems to have a sense, looking at myna so reaction, looking at the tears of the woman's eyes, can't help but shake all over!

I still like him, don't you?

"It doesn't hurt. It's just the sand in my eyes." Luo shallow rude wipe tears, there are a few drops of dry blood on her face, add a bit of charm to her face.

Murong Yun kneaded her head and said, "look at the wound first?"

"Good." Luo shallow deep breath, this kind of control oneself body emotion feeling is simply too bad!

Lin Zimo takes a step forward and puts his hand on Luo's wrist. At this time, Luo Qianqian has recovered as usual. For Lin Zimo, his eyes are pure and clear without any feelings.

The corner of Lin Zi Mo's mouth is full of bitterness and astringency. Is it that he is too thoughtful? Shallow heart No longer belongs to him.

"The fourth lady offended..." He said, lift Luo shallow arm clothes, look at her injury.