When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

Everyone in this world doesn't know that the new emperor hates people telling him what to do. This woman must be too courageous.

The old doctor didn't know what he was thinking. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his face turned pale.

However, he saw the beginning, but did not guess the ending.

Instead of getting angry, Huangfu Yuanshen took out his handkerchief and gently wiped away the water stains on the woman's mouth.

He gently took Luo Shui into his arms, and felt that the person in his arms fit perfectly with him. The soft and fragrant fragrance made him reluctant to let go.

"...Does it still hurt?" Thinking of her arm where the cloth and flesh were burned into a ball, Huangfu Yuanchen felt a raging anger burst out of his chest again.

The man had been in a position of power for a long time, and his stern face was even more imposing. For a moment, the huge dormitory felt like it was frozen, and everyone was trembling with fear.

Luo Shui snorted sweetly, raised her good arm and patted his chest, scolding: "Why are you so cold-hearted at me? If you have the ability, go and clean up the Zheng family!"

After she was brought to the palace by Huangfu Yuanchen, she had just been cleaned. Her tender and white face had a hint of blush, and her watery eyes looked like stars in the dark night.

Her soft long hair was draped casually around her waist, her curly eyelashes were trembling slightly, and she was soft and sweet as honey.

Huangfu Yuan looked at her deeply, feeling as if someone was tapping the tip of his heart with a hammer, and he just wanted to give his heart to her.

Quickly restraining the cold air he had just released, he held Luo Shui in his arms and coaxed softly: "Okay, I will deal with whoever you say!"

She had bullied his heart, and she would have dealt with it even if she didn't say anything.

The Zheng family has really forgotten everything in the past two years. Do they really think that the whole world has the surname Zheng? !

Luo Shui was happy, gave him an angry look, and said softly: "You think you are the king of heaven, I can punish anyone you want to punish."

Huangfu Yuanchen touched his nose and thought to himself, he just wants to deal with whoever he wants!

When the old doctor heard this conversation, he wished he could plug his ears.

You must know that the more you know, the sooner you will die. He has not met his great-grandson yet, and he doesn’t want to lose this old life!

Huangfu Yuanchen seemed to think of him again, lowered his head and said to Luo Shui: "Is there any pain elsewhere on your body? Let the imperial doctor take a look at it?"

"It's gone. I just got hit on my arm. It doesn't hurt much anymore. The medicine is working well."

It was so painful that I broke into a cold sweat before, but now it's just a slight stinging sensation, which is completely bearable.

"That's good." Huangfu Yuanchen helped her lie down, looked at her gently with a cold and majestic handsome face, and said in a low voice: "Have a good rest, and leave it to me to bully you and... Yan Hui."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and touched Yan Hui's head with a slightly stiff movement, and only said: "Take good care of your mother."

No one noticed that the new emperor, who was rumored to be ruthless and unfeminine, secretly turned red.

After being alone for more than twenty years, Huangfu Yuanshen suddenly had a loved one and a smart and sensible son. Huangfu Yuanshen's heart was extremely warm.

Yan Hui looked at his tall disappearing figure, his eyes full of admiration and longing.

He came back to Luo Shui feeling a little disappointed, holding his chin on his fleshy arm and looking at her tangledly.

Luo Shui quietly opened his eyes and glanced at him, feeling extremely funny in his heart.

After a while, after hearing a soft sigh, she smiled and spoke.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing that she was awake, Yan Hui was happy and asked in a low voice with anticipation and fear: "Is he... his father?"

His little fingers were twisted unconsciously, his white teeth were biting his lips, but his eyes were as bright as torches.