The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Cheng Xiulu was ridiculously speechless, and his face was as ugly as ugly, and before Yu Yuehan spoke to let her leave, she walked with her tail sullen.

I didn't even bring the hairpins I dropped on the coffee table.

The next year, Xiao Mu raised her head, her eyes hidden with a smile, and Yu Guang in the corner of her eyes glanced at Yu Yuehan, who was still in the living room.

I thought about it, and said respectfully, "Master, if there is nothing, then I will ..."

"You follow me to the study."

Yu Yu Yue interrupted her coldly, crossed her, and walked upstairs.

The next year Xiaomu was still in the room, his noble figure had disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

The steward beside me hurriedly urged, "Nian Xiaomu, Master called you, you are not going fast!"

Xiao Mu the following year: "..."

It wasn't her illusion. He really called her?

He couldn't make it, he still didn't believe she didn't steal the hairpin?

The next year, Xiao Mu held a doubt in her stomach, pursed her mouth, and followed slowly upstairs.

I walked to the door of the study and found that the door was just a cover, not closed.

"Master, I'm coming in." She shouted before she pushed in the door.

As soon as I walked in, the man froze slightly.

Yu Yuhan sat at the desk, and the log desk was antique, softening the cold of his body.

He shimmered through the window behind him, and stunned a layer of light on him.

His face was slightly sideways, and the delicate skin made women sigh. The shadow cast by the light on his nose made his features look deeper and more three-dimensional.

I do n’t know why. Looking at the picture in front of her, in her mind, the words he said to Cheng Xiulu just sounded inexplicably: "... does anyone who defile me need an explanation?"

Those who beat him ...

The next year Xiao Mu was surprised.

It turns out that this is how someone feels like a patron.

Although she knew very well, Yu Yuehan didn't necessarily want to help her, maybe she just didn't want to lose his face because of her.

He himself also saw very clearly that he started to intervene in this matter only after hearing Xiu Lu mentioning Madam Yu.

But the heart is still unconscious because of his words, the rhythm is disordered.

Who says that a woman looks good is a curse, and according to her, so is a man.

There is a demon in front of her!

"Satisfied with what you see?" A cold voice whispered in my ear.

The next year, Xiao Mu suddenly returned to God, only to find that he was actually in a daze toward his flourishing beauty!

He raised his head and met his deep black eyes. He couldn't guess whether the question was serious or mocking her.

The next year Xiaomu coughed awkwardly, covering up her guilty conscience.

"Master, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I thought you would have something, and wanted to explain it to me alone." Yu Yuehan put his elbows on the desk, his phalanx fingers overlapping, supporting his beautiful chin.

Tong Mingming did nothing, but she was full of pressure.

The next year Xiaomu thought that he really didn't believe in himself, and turned away.

"What I said before are all facts. I just sent my wife back to the courtyard. She asked me to wear her hairpins, and I helped her ..."

The next year, Xiao Mu just explained a few words and found that his eyes were not looking right.

Sharp eyes, as if to dissect her.

身体 Her body stiffened slightly, and she stopped.

I didn't wait for her to understand how she offended him, and heard his indifferent voice, "When did you see that the diamond on the hairpin was fake?"