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

Han Yichu looked at the scene of the house and the layout in front of him, and his expression became trance.

Because he has all the memories of Qianchen, so when walking into this place, how much impact.

He seemed to return to the Republic of China all at once, as if he and Qingwu had returned to that era.

Han Yichu didn't even know what was reality and what was a dream.

When they came here, did they mean that everything in the dust was real, not a dream or a dream of Huang Liang? Not Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?

It really exists.

Han Yichu was in a trance, his heart trembling.

Huang Qingwu walked forward, and Han Yichu also followed her.

At this moment he looked back, watching Huang Qingwu deeply, paying attention to her emotions.

When watching, he seemed to have returned to the beginning.

Han Yichu embraced Huang Qingwu and said with deep affection: "Dancing, I miss you so much, miss you..."

He also wanted to say that he had a dream, he was worried that he hurt her.

Huang Qingwu's expression was stunned. She had wanted to push away Han Yichu, but her mind seemed to echo similar familiar words.

It seemed that a long time ago, this voice was also in her ears, thinking about her.

Han Yichu hugged tightly, and wished he could rub Huang Qingwu into his body, never separate again, and he would never suffer a loss.

Just when both were in a trance, a voice came from the house, "Are you going to stay?"

Han Yichu and Huang Qingwu suddenly regained their spirits, "We are going to stay."

Huang Qingwu originally wanted to live with Han Yichu, but Han Yichu was always worried about leaving her in the house alone. Everything here is so weird.

After he came in, Rao was conscious of his consciousness, and he couldn't tell the dream or reality. He didn't know what scene he was in.

"Obey, we want a double room, each sleeping separately. You can rest assured that as long as you don't want to, I won't do anything to you."

He was reluctant to be unhappy, afraid of her being scared, he would not do anything she did not want to Huang Qingwu.

"Sorry, two, the house is already occupied, only one bedroom."

"One by one!"

Huang Qingwu looked at Han Yichu angrily, before he could speak, he settled down.

Han Yichu whispered Huang Qingwu quietly, "Good boy, believe me, okay? There is only one bed, you can fall asleep, I can just be on the ground."

Listening to Han Yichu's words, Huang Qingwu's heart was soft and guilty.

"I sleep on the ground, you sleep on the bed."

"Fool, I can make you sleep on the ground, can I sleep in bed?"

Huang Qingwu looked at Han Yichu's serious and gentle look, and his heart jumped a few times without control.

The bedrooms here are full of ancient Republican style.

After Huang Qingwu entered, he couldn't help walking to the window to see, "At the beginning, did you think it was strange here?"

Han Yichu's heart jumped, "What's strange?"

"Do you think it is familiar? I always feel like I have seen it somewhere."

When Han Yichu heard this sentence, he almost cried when he was excited. The person in the dust is his dance, and he can never be wrong.

Han Yichu moved his throat, and said in a low voice: "I also feel a little familiar, can you still feel anything?"

He was waiting for Huang Qingwu to answer.

But Huang Qingwu leaned against the window at this time, looking out, and there seemed to be a scene in front of him, which was all scenes during the Republic of China era.

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