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

Lin Weiyue said the voice was smaller.

She was vaguely impressed, as if drinking wine as water, and then what happened, she did not remember very well.

She didn't know what her wine was like. She didn't seem to have drunk before.

She was worried...worried about what she did or what she said last night.

Lin Weiyue's heart was raised.

Holding the quilt in both hands, he didn't know how to speak.

Bei Ming Qinghan looked at Lin Weiyue, and looked at her like a little girl, tangled in a way of not knowing how to speak, and could not help raising her lips.

Beiming Qinghan thought of Lin Weiyue's appearance last night, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

If the subordinates of Beiming Qinghan were here, they would be surprised to see their master laughing like this.

Because their masters rarely have any mood swings, let alone such a sincere smile, they are very precious.

Beiming Qinghan did not interrupt Lin Weiyue, so she waited patiently and quietly to see what she said.

Lin Weiyue closed his eyes, after all, he still summoned the courage to say: "Did I go crazy about drinking last night?"

When Lin Weiyue said this, she did not dare to look at Beiming Qinghan's expression, her face was completely out of expression.

Hearing this sentence, Bei Ming Qinghan laughed gently, and the laugh came out loudly, and his chest shook gently.

Lin Weiyue heard a laugh, and slowly opened her eyes. She saw Beiming's cold smile and wept blood and wind, as if the wind and the wind were converging. The flowers in full bloom were not as good as his smile.

Her eyes were full of intoxication because of her smile.

Lin Weiyue was amazed by the sombre blood and bright style, and his eyes shook.

To be honest, Bei Ming's cold smile hurt her eyes.

At this moment, she had to admit that Beiming Qinghan really deserved the title of the first beautiful man.

Not only the Prince of the Palace, but also the heavy soldiers, more importantly, the first son, the first beautiful man, elegant and elegant, every move is so elegant.

Maybe too many beautiful words can be used in Beiming Qinghan.

It took Lin Weiyue a long time to recover, before letting himself not be infected by Beiming Qinghan's smile.

Lin Weiyue grunted and sighed: "I must have been crazy about drinking last night."

"No."

Lin Weiyue tilted her head to look at the North Ping Qing Han, "Then why do you laugh at me?"

"You are cute, cute last night."

Lin Weiyue blinked, "Really? I really didn't get drunk."

"It's not alcoholism, it's that you are drunk and compare..."

Lin Weiyue listened to Beiming Qinghan's hesitation, her heart was tense, what's the difference?

She opened her big eyes and looked at Beiming Qinghan without blinking. "What's the comparison? What's the comparison?"

Lin Weiyue's appearance made people always want to see more.

But Beiming Qinghan still didn't make her anxious after all, so he said: "I prefer sticking people."

Lin Weiyue heard this sentence, her face slightly red, "I... I'm sticking to you, what have I done to you?"

What seemed to come to mind, Lin Weiyue lifted the quilt, looked at himself, and then looked at Beiming Qinghan, his face followed by pale.

Beiming Qinghan looked at Lin Weiyue's movements, and seemed to understand something.

His face also followed a bit unnaturally.

He coughed softly, "Nothing."

Lin Weiyue was relieved. "That's good, that's good, you don't remind me, it's not water, it's wine."

Beiming Qinghan was good-tempered and said: "Well, it's my fault. I will remind you early next time that you can't drink alcohol."

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