Chapter 307 The Deaf Musician is a Black-Hearted Lotus 17
She gave him jewelry and a beautiful garden.
The key point is that the way she looked at him was not filled with disgusting scrutiny and desire like the way she looked at others.
She rarely even showed up around him, she was very busy every day.
Never be on guard against him.
Wushuang's medicine had been prepared long ago, but he had yet to take it out.
He didn't know what he was waiting for.
That day, he knew that Lingyao was going to attend the Seventh Princess' banquet.
He asked to go together.
Even until the Seventh Princess took the poison, Wushuang's heart was beating restlessly.
Not worried about the death of the Seventh Princess.
But I'm afraid she will be angry.
Wushuang had his first horrible realization.
He seemed to have fallen in love with Nangong Lingyao.
He was afraid that Lingyao would know his purpose and think he was terrible.
After knowing that he was not so kind and simple, I no longer liked him.
So after he was able to hear some sounds one after another, he added two medicinal herbs to the medicine he was taking.
When he can no longer hear, she will definitely feel sorry for him.
She must be reluctant to be angry with him.
When Doctor Fuxiu checked his physical condition, Wushuang thought she would coax him.
After all, she would feel sorry for him.
Although she had never shown it or said it this way, Wushuang knew it.
But unexpectedly, she just looked at him coldly, pinched his face and left.
And he didn't come back for several days.
Wushuang was filled with panic.
After the panic, there is endless loneliness.
Did she hate him?
"You don't like me anymore."
Wushuang shifted his gaze away from the knife, lowered his eyelashes, and became overly quiet.
Lingyao felt the same painful expression as the old man looking at his phone.
No matter how you look at it, this matter is the fault of the God of Wealth.
Why is he still feeling wronged?
Lingyao is angry.
I didn’t want to give the God of Wealth an easy time, so I just gave him a kiss as a punishment.
She exerted force on her hands, and Wushuang couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Xiao Fuzi stood at the door, waiting for Lingyao to call him in to clean up.
As a result, I heard some unusual movements coming from inside the house.
He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and his pretty little face instantly turned completely red.
Ouch.
Mr. Wushuang usually looked untouched by worldly matters and never uttered a word, but at this moment his voice was as soft as a feather.
"My dear wife, it hurts..."
The wife's cries were so rhythmic that Xiao Fuzi blushed.
No wonder the fifteenth princess dotes on Master Wushuang so much, he really has the ability.
Lingyao looked at him coldly: "Now that you feel the pain, aren't you quite capable? You even poisoned yourself."
"You ignored me." The tone sounded righteous.
"Oh, how, you poisoned me!"
The two of them were in such an intimate posture that their thin lips seemed to be sticking together even when they were talking, and the sound of panting could be heard in the room.
The conversation was tough and neither side gave in.
Wushuang rested his forehead against Lingyao's full and smooth forehead, and said in a soft and hoarse voice: "Wushuang can't bear to leave."
So I can only poison myself.
"So why have you ignored me all this time?"
He still hasn't forgotten this question.
Lingyao has been dealing with the Seventh Princess's affairs during this period.
Although Wushuang's poisoning was done in a covert manner, some flaws were still discovered.
Lingyao naturally had to solve it.
She raised her cold eyebrows and looked at Wushuang with a slightly disdainful look.
She doesn't know how to do things perfectly, which is not like her at all!
"I'll handle the matter. If you make trouble again, don't blame me for locking you up."
When Wushuang heard Lingyao's words, he didn't show any shock or resistance.
He leaned down and rested his head on Lingyao's legs, and his black hair slid to the side as he tilted his head.
There was a hint of powder on her snow-white face, like a delicate pink rose waiting to be picked.
She raised her finger and tapped his slender, white neck.
"Okay, do you want to put a ring on me here? I see they are all like this."
His voice is so long and touching that it makes people feel itchy.
Seeing that Lingyao didn't say anything, he picked up Lingyao's fingers and placed them on his hair.
With a curved eyebrow, he looked expectant: "When can you lock me up? Can you make the chain longer? It's too short and uncomfortable."
Lingyao, fuck you.
She thought locking him up was a terrible punishment for the baby God of Wealth.
After all, if anyone dares to lock her up, she will kill him!
As a result, the little pervert was immediately delighted.
Lingyao said coldly: "I won't lock it anymore. If you do this again next time, I will send you to Quzhou to calm down for two days."
It's simply terrible!
She is afraid!
The smile on Wushuang's face immediately disappeared.
Just holding her fingers, he planted sticky kisses on her hands, the palms and backs of her hands.
He snorted softly: "No."
Not long after, Wushuang found out that Lingyao was not deliberately being cold to him during that period, but was helping him deal with the affairs of the Seventh Princess.
His heart warmed, feeling both happy and guilty.
So I specially made some cakes in the evening to apologize to Lingyao.
In the end, Lingyao naturally tasted both the person and the pastries.
Wushuang hugged Lingyao and admitted his mistake: "I didn't do well enough."
If he had been more careful and cautious, he would not have asked Lingyao to help him deal with these things.
Lingyao touched his hair with satisfaction.
"Okay, I'll be careful next time." He agreed directly without any intention of coaxing anyone.
Although Wushuang felt in his heart that he had done a bad job, he still puffed up his cheeks when he heard Lingyao agree directly.
"Do you think I'm scary?"
"Scary? Are you going to kill me with your fur standing up?"
Lingyao has read a lot of new picture books recently. When she heard Wushuang's question, she couldn't help wanting to laugh, but she held it back on her face.
The complaints came out of his mouth.
The curve of Wushuang's cheeks became bigger.
"What if I attack the Queen in the future, will you blame me?"
Wushuang's voice was plain, but his heart was already in a knot.
It was like a taut string, waiting for Lingyao to reach out and pluck it.
"What's the queen?" Even if he killed her with a knife... he would just have to wait for death!
Lingyao's voice was light and calm like water, but it disturbed Wushuang's heart.
The strings were vibrated in waves, producing pleasant, irresistible and heart-moving sounds.
"Even the Queen is nothing? Then what is the most important to you?" Wushuang murmured.
He looked at Lingyao, with both inquiry and doubt in his eyes.
Wushuang had never seen her show any enthusiasm for anything, as if she had always been indifferent.
Even when they were intimate, her eyes were only tinged with a charming halo.
So he wanted to know what was most important to her.
Lingyao was silent.
After a long while, she opened her lips slightly, and her cold eyes met Wushuang's dark eyes: "Wushuang, here, you are the most important."
With a bang, fireworks exploded in all directions in Wushuang's mind.
The fireworks were brilliant and beautiful, making Wushuang feel dizzy and his heart warm.
Is he the most important thing to her?