Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue was worried and anxious in his heart, and wished he could fly with two wings to Xie Limo.

Especially with such a face, she didn't want her Mr. Xie to be strange.

The sadness, affection, and longing in Yun Bixue's eyes were so intense, and the tears flashed.

Xuan Mo wanted to say something, but looking at this expression, he could not help reminding him of Meiji.

When Meiji was injured, the emotions in her eyes were so complicated, sad and painful.

And thousands of years ago, through the memory stone, he saw her when she was vulnerable.

"Since you have enough rest, tell me about Meiji!"

"I think Xie Limo, I am in a bad mood now, and there are very few things in my mind."

Yun Bixue didn't have a good face for Xuan Mo, and she didn't know why, she was not afraid at all, and she said casually.

Xuan Mo was not angry, just said: "You have slept all night and give you another morning. If you don't say it, I use magic energy to turn you into a devil, and you will also say."

Yun Bixue's face changed, staring at Xuan Mo, and wished he could kill him with a knife.

Xuan Mo was also not annoyed. He left the room like a gust of wind, and the door closed with a loud bang.

Yun Bixue heard this sound and suddenly recovered. She had just woke up and got confused, which would really wake her up. She thumped her head violently with her hand, allowing herself to quickly figure out a way.

One morning, Yun Bixue was thinking about how to deal with Xuan Mo.

For breakfast, Yun Bixue discovered that it was millet porridge and pickles.

She felt that Xuan Mo was so stingy, she drank a little rice in the morning, and after eating, she watched someone send her stomach medicine and froze.

However, she thought that the reason why Xuanmo let people give her stomach medicine is nothing more than to know the news of Meiji.

The meals at noon were mainly light, and Yun Bixue looked at these meals with a frown.

"You arranged these?"

"It was arranged by the Dark Lord."

Yun Bixue didn't know what Xuan Mo was thinking about, but she knew that Xuan Mo couldn't play tricks in order to know the news of Meiji.

She dared not eat up this time and ate half full.

As soon as she finished her meal, she was taken to the central hall. Xuan Mo was already waiting there. "You have enough rest now, and you have enough to eat, can you say?"

Then Xuan Mo pointed to the desktop again, "This is pen, paper, paint, you can draw."

Yun Bixue looked at Xuan Mo's expression and knew that he couldn't postpone it anymore. The man's patience was almost extreme.

Yun Bixue walked over, sat down quietly, and then began to draw a little bit of the pictures of the charming Ji Niangniu according to her memory.

After she finished painting, she said to Xuan Mo: "Okay."

Xuan Mo then got up and walked to the table. When he saw the picture on the table, his eyes began to tremble, and his hands didn't listen.

"Mei Ji, my charm..."

Xuan Mo's voice changed from the usual coldness, with a low, hoarse, seeming to endure the same great emotions.

Yun Bixue looked at Xuan Mo weirdly, how could a heart demon have such a complicated emotion?

Yun Bixue didn't know that the demons produced by emotions had real emotions.

Xuan Mo took the portrait lightly and cherished it, carefully looked at it, then put it in the position of his heart, his whole body was shaking.

Yun Bixue felt Xuan Mo's dark shadow trembling, as if to disappear.

She looked at him and felt like he was crying.

But Xuan Mo didn't have tears. Some people shed tears in their hearts. Yun Bixue guessed that Xuan Mo should be like this.

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