Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

Xia Qing's mind is filled with thoughts of patriotism. Her cultivation does not allow her to do things that are disgraceful anytime and anywhere. Of course, the source of all the entanglements lies in Jun Qi. She just doesn't want to talk to him.

Showing too close a relationship can lead to misunderstanding.

Although she has been misunderstood to the point that she can no longer misunderstand her, can't she work hard to improve the situation and make the misunderstandings less likely? A desperate struggle can be considered a struggle, right?

"Please?" Jun Qi raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. These two words sounded more pleasant to the ears, much better than "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It was indeed mostly healed. The skin where the ointment was applied had already returned to its normal fair color. It seemed that there was no serious problem, so he generously let her pass.

But the arm around her waist never retracted. Xia Qing twisted uncomfortably several times, but couldn't get rid of it. He was determined to get entangled wherever he went.

Pine Pavilion is located in the middle of Changhe Hall. The main activities of the royal family and diplomatic etiquette are held here. All the people who can come here are the heads of political figures from various countries with prominent status.

His Majesty the Emperor was dressed in a rich attire and sitting at the front seat. His face looked a little poor, his gray hair was hanging dullly beside his ears, and his eyes were cloudy with a glimmer of light.

Not far away from him, there sat a beautiful man with a cold face. His eyes were long and narrow, his expression was cold, and his face was as tough as a knife. It was filled with an aura of terror that should be avoided by strangers. What was particularly incongruous was that he also had a shaved head.

He has a bald head, a bright head, a perfect hair shape, and a confusing temperament. If he hadn't been wearing the latest casual shirt of the season, with three buttons unbuttoned on the collar, he arrogantly showed off his vague sexiness, and no one knew it.

I really thought he was talking about a monk who escaped from some temple.

In fact, Pu Li's recent role is indeed that of a monk. In order to become a monk, he cut off all his unruly short hair without mercy. In order to become a monk, he forced tens of millions of dollars to the temple to rebuild the temple. In order to become a monk, and to prevent

He became a monk and fought hard for several times before he finally achieved half of his wish. He became a nominal disciple who was close to the Buddha. He was just a nominal disciple and could leave at any time without having to go through any formalities.

"Mr. Jun has arrived." Princess Huanyi came in personally to report. As a royal woman, her etiquette is extremely meticulous. Every expression and movement was just right, as if it had been pre-designed by the most sophisticated computer.

"Please come in." The emperor raised his head slightly, and his frown seemed to deepen.

"Father, Mr. Jun is accompanied by several of his subordinates. He insists on bringing everyone in together." Princess Huanyi bowed again, first saluted and then replied. She was impeccably polite, even from the details.

There is no fault at all.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was already in a bad mood, waved his hand irritably to interrupt Princess Huanyi's words. The wound on his leg was still bleeding, which made him feel very unhappy.

Pu Li calmly interjected, "I advise you not to offend him over such a trivial matter."