When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

Luo Shui's expression softened slightly, and he felt a little depressed when he thought of his parents who were far away.

"What's wrong?" Huangfu Yuanchen saw that she suddenly became unhappy. His pink petal lips were pouted high, and he held her in his arms and asked gently.

Yan Hui, who had been looking down at the book since he got on the carriage, finally took his eyes away from the book and looked at her with clear black and white eyes.

Although his parents always ignored him when they were together, for Yan Huihui, who had not been with his father since childhood, the more loving his parents were, the more secure he felt, and the joy in the heart of this little person could almost overflow.

Being looked at by two pairs of eyes, Luo Shui's mouth tightened, and he said in an aggrieved voice: "I don't know how my parents are doing? Are they in good health? How is Song'er doing now?"

She thought about going back several times to have a look, but firstly, they were far apart, and secondly, the world was unstable, and orphans and widowed mothers returned home only to give their heads to the bad guys.

In my memory, the couple was kind and honest. The father was upright and had a code of conduct in his heart. The mother was gentle and showy. They both loved their children very much. They also had a cute and domineering younger brother. Although their life was not rich, they were very happy.

Those memories flashed through his mind, and Luo Shui felt sour and shed tears.

Is this... the remaining emotion of the original owner?

She reached out and touched her heart. The sadness that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to have opened a hole and rushed out. Even she herself did not realize that her face was covered with tears.

Yan Hui was anxious. He had never seen his mother shed tears in his entire life. The destructive power of this could be imagined.

Xiao Douding frowned, sat next to him, wiped the tears on her face with her little hands, and said softly: "Yan Hui accompanied her mother back to see her grandpa and grandma. If someone bullied her, Yan Hui would help her bully her back. "

Huangfu Yuan nodded with satisfaction, that was how it should be. As a prince, if he couldn't even protect his own mother, he might as well pass the throne to A Ling.

"Okay, my eyes will be swollen if I cry again. My parents are fine." He wiped the water from Luo Shui's face with a distressed look on his face, and Huangfu Yuan frowned tightly.

He also knew that he had been holding it in for a long time, and his emotions collapsed in an instant. It would be a good thing to let them out.

But looking at the tears, my heart seemed to be torn apart by something.

Luo Shui was already feeling extremely uncomfortable, but when he heard this, his body froze, and he almost laughed at Huangfu Yuanshen's shamelessness.

Those are her parents, hers! !

How come he is his father and mother? This person really doesn’t know anyone else. How about three matchmakers and six betrothals? Shameless.

"Those are my parents!" Luo Shui glared at him and corrected.

Huangfu Yuanchen looked at her contemptuous eyes, feeling so aggrieved that his tall and handsome eyebrows drooped.

He also wanted to immediately issue an order to announce to the world that she should be crowned queen, but she didn't want to, and even staged a scene where the queen ran with the ball.

Luo Shui didn't know why he could see the grievance from the man's cold and handsome face. He hugged his arm delicately and said half-jokingly: "Okay, okay, I won't see you anymore. Don’t forget three media and six hires!”

There was a blush from crying at the end of her eyes, and her fair and jade-like cheeks were also stained with a thin layer of bright red when she spoke, as beautiful as the rain hitting the begonia after being favored by the early sun.

"Okay, I will marry you as my queen, and I will take you as my wife." Huangfu Yuan's bottomless black eyes showed a trace of red, and he said forbearingly.

Huangfu Yuanshen's heart beat wildly at the thought of putting his own label on her.

His eyes were as bright as the red light of dawn, which made Luo Shui become nervous.

"When the time comes, Yan Hui will be our little flower girl!" She picked up Yan Hui and placed a soft kiss on the child's face as smooth as white tofu.

Huangfu Yuanchen looked slightly sad when he saw this scene, and felt a little worried.

The man stretched out his long arm and put Yan Hui on his lap. He protected it with one hand and gently wiped the child's face with his long, bamboo-like fingers, as if he wanted to erase a mark.