Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Ye Hao stunned, watching Feng Qian's eyebrows actually unconsciously a little fearful.

He has been in the palace for a long time and is playing against the current holy drinking. His temper is indifferent to the bones, and the weather is uncertain. The deep eyes of the eyes seem to have seen everything, making people unpredictable.

But just his eyes, but it revealed a little bit... humanity.

"Your story must be good, if you don't listen well, you can become a sin." Feng Qianche blinked and picked up the second goblet to drunk the peach in the cup. And do it.

In fact, he suddenly suddenly touched his heart. The ring of memory seems to be pulled far, but very close.

I still remember that in the East Palace that year, she sat in front of the ancient string in a plain white dress, gently plucked the strings, the beautiful piano sounded, and thousands of butterflies danced beside her.

That kind of scene is beautiful, she is so bright.

In the year of his life, if he wants to see her again, he can only be in a dream.

During these seven years, others felt that he was high, and there were countless powers and glory.

But in fact... as long as he knows that he is not as good as a normal person.

For countless nights, he can only use his alcohol to anesthetize himself. But this peach wine is a thing of love, and it is even more missed when you drink too much.

During this time, he found that his memory became particularly strange. The closer he remembered, the less clear he remembered. The farther away he was, the more he remembered.

"This is my story with Xiaoyue..."

"What?" The mixed thoughts were pulled back by Ye Hao's last sentence. His eyebrows were lightly glimpsed, and his eyes flashed a touch of darkness.

"St....they won't be listening!" Ye Hao smiled and felt that she had brewed a long-lasting emotion to tell a touching story, but the other party had no intention to listen.

"Well, I didn't listen." Feng Qianche took a sip of wine and replied truthfully.

Sometimes, too honest a response can be particularly irritating. But even if his heart regenerates, it is impossible to show it.

After all, this is not someone else in front of him, it is the king of a country that is high above!

"So, do you need to listen to it again?" Ye Hao looked bitterly, but his tone was still very respectful.

"Say." Feng Qian Che is concise and concise.

For Ye Hao, this person is one of the few people who have appreciated or chatted in his heart.

After all, smart people can always save a lot of trouble.

Ye Hao cleared the scorpion and told him the story between him and Xiaoyue. The fate between the two is also a peak turn, and Ye Hao brings a lot of personal emotions, which is a moving story.

Why is it moving, because the father-in-law who was standing next to Feng Qianche quietly touched his tears.

The expression of Feng Qian’s cheeks has not changed from beginning to end.

It was not until after Ye Hao finished speaking that he slowly said: "Who are you talking about to attract butterflies?"

In fact, Feng Qianche listened again, just to listen to this story.

As everyone knows, Ye Hao did not mention it.

"Oh! The original St. wants to listen to her!" Ye Haomei slightly moved, thought: "The woman is really beautiful, does not look like a local, a white clothes, like falling from the sky Like a fairy."

"Xu Aiqing, are you sure that your words are not too exaggerated?" Feng Qianche blinked, and the deep eyes were covered with a slight light.