Chapter 682: Cuscuta Cousin 45
Duke Xiao’s Mansion, Chaolan Courtyard.
Xiao Ye Ze picked up the pole tied with red silk, walked to the bedside, and then gently lifted the red veil.
A corner of the red veil was revealed. Sheng Huan felt the light and raised his eyes slightly.
The woman has delicate and beautiful facial features.
Her almond-shaped eyes were full of brilliance. At this moment, when she looked at the man in front of her, her dimples were slightly curved, sweet and charming without her realizing it.
"Ying'er..."
Xiao Ye Ze raised his lips, his peach blossom eyes sparkling.
With a deft move of his hands, he lifted the veil off.
His eyes were too scorching. Sheng Huan glared at him and her cheeks turned red without her knowing.
"You, don't look at me like that..."
"In the past, I wanted to look at Ying'er like that."
Xiao Ye Ze had a deep smile on his lips.
In the past, he had always restrained himself.
Sheng Huan lowered his eyes slightly.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ye Ze squatted down at her feet and looked up at her.
"Ying'er, I'm very happy that you can marry me."
Before this, he had never thought that he would get married and have a wife who would share his joys and sorrows with him.
It wasn't because of physical reasons. Rather, he had a determination in his heart that if he couldn't meet the person he liked, he would rather be alone for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, God favored him, and he would meet the right person no matter what. He finally waited for her.
Forgive his selfishness. Even if he only has a few years left to live, he still can't control himself and wants to be close to her.
Sheng Huan looked at his smile and subconsciously extended his hand.
He has a really nice smile. But I always feel a sense of heaviness. Is it because of my health?
The woman's fingers rested on the man's lips.
When this touch came, both of them were stunned.
"I..." The woman's eyes were panicked and she was about to retract her hand.
"Yinger."
Xiao Ye Ze's eyes were particularly bright, and he held her hand.
Then, he began to rub the palm of the woman's hand.
The woman's fingers were curled up and burning.
"You should get up soon."
Sheng Huan pushed him.
"Okay." Xiao Ye Ze looked at her without blinking, and listened to her very much: "I will listen to Ying'er."
He stood up. The man was tall and had a strong breath.
As it wraps around you little by little, it looks particularly sticky.
"Why didn't I know you were like this before?" Sheng Huan muttered to himself.
"I didn't dare before." Xiao Ye Ze held Sheng Huan's hand, unconsciously happy, and said: "Now, Ying'er is my wife."
In other words, now it’s legitimate.
Sheng Huan was shy, and the man took the wedding wine next to him.
"Ma'am, let's drink to each other's cups."
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city gate.
Fu Jinmo entered the city.
It was already dark, but he rushed to the Xiao Mansion.
Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Fu Jinmo's dark eyes looked somewhere, and the others were also secretly alert.
"master!"
Just then, a dark figure appeared.
When Fu Jinmo saw the person coming, the blackness in his eyes seemed to be stained with ink, so dark that it was terrifying.
Chang Ji was also shocked. Why was An Yi here? Wasn’t he arranged by the prince to protect the cousin?
"Why are you here?" Blood seeped out of Fu Jinmo's hands that were holding the reins, but no one noticed in the dark night.
"Master, this subordinate..." An Yi knelt on the ground and tremblingly took out a token from his arms: "This is the token that my cousin asked me to return to you."
At this moment, no one dared to look at Fu Jinmo.
Fu Jinmo looked at the token in the secret guard's hand and almost lost his voice. His brain was buzzing and he could not hear anything.
He stared at the token intently, his mind filled with the image of the woman.
She... didn't hear what he said that day. Did she not know that he liked her?
Is it... Thinking of the woman's gradual alienation in the past, Fu Jinmo felt a pain in his heart.
Does she not love him anymore?
A surge of blood and energy surged, and the man's eyes were like a cold pond, bottomless, but it seemed as if... something dangerous was surging violently in them.
"drive!"
Fu Jinmo rode away on his horse, and on the way, he even reached out and took the token from the secret guard's hand.
He held the token tightly in his hand.
A ride to the dust.
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