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

Although there was no **** smell in the building, it was still a little quiet in the building. It was too quiet, and the quiet people felt a little numb.

Fortunately, there is Nan Jiateng next to him. Nan Jiateng held her hand from beginning to end and did not let go.

They were directly on the first floor, and then there was a large bedroom, and Cha Qingluo and Nan Jiateng walked in.

After the steward led the two people here, he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door by the way.

The door closed with a click.

Cha Qingluo's heart suddenly jumped.

Nan Jiateng held her hand hard and gave her a gentle smile.

This smile made Cha Qingluo's heart relax.

At this time, there seemed to be some sound in the bedroom, and then the curtain in the middle opened to reveal the big bed inside, and Yang Manqin was sitting on it.

She looked towards Nan Jiateng and Cha Qingluo, and her eyes fell on Cha Qingluo.

When Yang Manqin watched tea pouring, his eyes were as complicated as the mist.

Her eyes are very deep.

Cha Qingluo seemed to be fixed, and her steps seemed to be filled with lead. She had always wanted to see Yang Manqin, but when she saw it, she seemed to forget her reaction.

She had prepared a lot of things to say, but she didn't know what to say at this time.

She looked at Yang Manqin. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight and her skin was paler.

This kind of white, like a kind of unhealthy white, with a transparent white, as if the sun has not been seen for a long time.

Cha Qingluo looked at Yang Manqin like this, and somehow it was not tasteful.

This is her master, a master who was good to her, taught her martial arts, and helped her master.

Although she has a strange temper, she has always maintained her.

Buy food for her and buy skin care products.

Cha Qingluo stared at it, then tears came out unconsciously.

When her eyes blurred, she realized she was crying.

Yang Manqin's pupil shrank when he saw Tea Qingluo's tears. "Fool, why don't you cry when you see Master."

Nan Jiateng looked at Yang Manqin and Cha Qingluo next to him, and finally put his hands down.

Cha Qingluo rubbed his eyes fiercely on the back of his hand and wiped his tears so that his sight could be better.

Yang Manqin sighed: "Come!"

When Yang Manqin spoke at this time, his voice was a little weak, as if he had no strength.

Cha Qingluo walked involuntarily towards Yang Manqin.

Yang Manqin pulled out a tissue to wipe the tea tears.

Cha Qingluo's body shrank, Yang Manqin's hands were very cold and cold, as if it were ice, and there was no temperature at all.

Yang Manqin felt Cha Qingluo's dodge, she looked at her hand, a glare flashed through her eyes, and a bitter arc evoked in the corner of her mouth.

Cha Qingluo saw Yang Manqin's look and dared to explain: "Master, no, don't get me wrong, yes... why are your hands so cold?"

"Is my hand cold?"

When Yang Manqin said this sentence, he seemed to be talking to himself.

She looked at her hand, her fingers were slender, her knuckles were pale, and she couldn't lose weight.

She didn't want to see her like this, but let Cha Qingluo see it.

She thought she wouldn't see Cha Qingluo, but she didn't expect to see her. After all, it was still her selfishness and wanted to see her.

Yang Manqin looked at Cha Qingluo's worried expression and said, "It's okay, Master is sick, so his hands are a bit cold, and when he's done, his hands will get warm."

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