Be Good Chapter 897: I don’t know what to do

The purpose of Changsun Jing is clearly to fight him.

Heh.

What is it that makes him so confident.

I feel that I can **** Yuanyuan away from him.

Xie Ci lowered his brows and eyes.

The voice was cold, piercing to the bone, "Cut off one hand each, and return it to the eldest grandson prince."

The butler is just an ordinary butler.

Listen to this terrifying order.

He looked up in astonishment.

But before he could react, a blunt and steady voice came from behind, "Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, the housekeeper was led away from Xingxingxuan by Yin Yi.

Know the reaction of the thank you.

Yuan Changhuan's flirtatious peach blossom eyes opened slightly, and he suddenly became sober. Instead, he held Xie Ci's hand, "Xie Ci, tell me the truth, what is Changsun Jing doing?"

The lady is really smart.

He just gave this order, but the lady actually reacted.

Xie Ci lowered his eyes, the coldness in the phoenix eyes has not completely dissipated.

"The lady already has a guess in her heart, do I still need to tell my husband?"

…

The night is darkening.

The mist lingers.

Yuan Changhuan sat in the cold and silent room.

Tomorrow is the Peach Blossom Festival, but Xie Ci has never returned home since that day, and seems to be arranging some important event.

As of tonight, it has been a day and a night.

"Concubine Shizi, you should go to bed. Master Shizi sent someone to tell you that you will not come back tonight."

Qing Wan supported Yuan Changhuan to sit in front of the vanity mirror.

Start to remove makeup and hair for her.

The mirror was given to her by Feng Jinyue, and it can take a very clear picture of people.

Looking at the lively beauty in the mirror.

Yuan Changhuan looked rather dazed.

"What is he so busy these days that he can't go home?"

When he spoke, he unconsciously carried a bit of resentment.

Although complaining on the mouth.

But Yuan Changhuan knew in his heart that Xie Ci was playing a game with Changsun Jing.

Among them, they must win or lose.

Yuan Changhuan always felt that something was wrong.

Unbearable meaning gushed out of my heart.

As if something manipulated her.

"My son is in charge of the Peach Blossom Festival. He must be very busy. When the matter is over, I will definitely accompany my concubine."

Qing Wan softly comforted.

"It's okay, you step back."

"Yes."

The others are gone.

The curtain falls.

Across the dim yellow night pearl light.

Yuan Changhuan lifted the only thin pajamas on his body.

I want to see what's wrong with my heart.

Look down.

The chest is as smooth as jade, and the lower abdomen is tight and graceful.

Even the cold snow red plums are exquisite and lovely.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Finger sticks to the uncomfortable position and caresses.

Still feeling nothing.

However, the burning feeling in my heart seemed to burst out.

It makes her uncomfortable.

Chants softly.

But I found that my cry was a little weird.

Only the lower lip can be bitten.

Don't let yourself cry out.

The slender jade fingers rubbed the uncomfortable spot.

Through the abundance, I can't knead the specific position.

What happened to her?

Yuan Changhuan gasped and closed his eyes.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

Incense mist curls from the incense burner outside.

I don't know how long it has passed.

The door was quietly pushed open.

Yuan Changhuan didn't know anything about it.

The feeling of autumn is getting stronger, and Xie Ci brings a feeling of coolness.

He walked silently towards the bed.

Looking down at the woman on the bed.

His brows became more and more cold.

Even worse than the coolness on his body.

"Yuanyuan."

The clear voice is really eerie in the darkness.

The slender and cold fingers tore open her thin skirt.

Moonlight shines down.

It was clearly seen that there were red patterns wrapped around her snow-white and smooth chest.

Sure enough, as he expected...