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Chen Rong listened stunnedly, only to feel that his ears were buzzing, his mind was dull, and his heart was even disturbed.

Biting her lip, she whispered, "Go back."

The two guards glanced at her and nodded as they did, carrying Chen Rong back to her room.

After Chen Rong left, the voice in the room gradually ceased. One by one, the taxis led by Wei Guanbo slowly retreated.

One of the middle-aged men without white face, narrow eyes, and a pretty romantic attitude retreated to the door, seeing Wang Hong looking up, staring staringly at the roof. His face, which was always so handsome and dusty, was full of loneliness at the moment. Ming Ming was full of magnificence, Ming Ming was noble, and his dark eyes matched with pale face, it made people add endless gloom.

He has never seen Wang Hong like this.

The white-faced middle-aged man withdrew his steps and approached Wang Hong.

He walked to Wang Hong’s side, looked down at him, and the white-faced middle-aged man whispered: "How is Qilang?" He smiled and said: "At this moment, Qilang, where is there a dusty state, a fairy? Posture? Hey, the female color is really wrong."

Wang Hong lowered his head.

His dark eyes quietly looked at the white-faced middle-aged man, looking at him, his lips ripped, and said lowly, "What shall I do?"

His voice is extremely hoarse, "Lan Zhi, how am I good?"

Lan Zhi narrowed his eyes and joked: "What should I do? Have you just made a decision?"

Wang Hong didn’t know how to make fun of him, or even irritated him. He looked up again and looked quietly at the roof of the house. For a while, his voice came desolately, "I will only Trick. Apart from it, I don’t know how to keep her."

He murmured: "I really don’t know what to do to keep her."

Speaking of this, Wang Hong said in a low voice: "The wind of the Lan flows through people, and there are countless red powders admiring you in Hualiu Lane. According to you, how can I be good?"

Lan Zhi smiled bitterly, "Your woman is different. If my methods are useful, how can you lie so far under your Langya Wang's name?"

Wang Hongwen also smiled bitterly.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "I don't want to let go... I won't let go!"

The sound is decisive!

Lan Zhi tapped on the forehead, thought for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands, laughing: "I have."

Wang Hong looked down and looked at him expectantly.

Lan Zhi said with a smile: "This heart, whether it is a woman or a soldier, is the best way to subdue it, than to do what is best for her."

"Prefer to what you like?" Wang Hong said lowly and repeated: "Prefer to what you like?"

What is his hobby?

Stunned, Chen Rongqiao smiled in front of his eyes. When she asked him to stab her from her vest that day, she once said, "Arong knows his own, I am , I am too greedy. I always want to get more. When I am a concubine of Qilang, I will try my best to be your concubine, maybe you will use some means to hurt your wife. If you don’t do it once, you will hurt it twice, twice. If you don’t do it, you will do it three times. As long as Arong will not die, Qilang, your favorite concubine, wife, how much harm you marry and how much you die!"

"So, unless Qilang starts your dozen, you want to marry Arong as your wife and pet Arong alone. Otherwise. Your life, my life, will not settle down."

"People who share the same bed with Lang Junsheng will not only be Arong. When they die together, they will also ask for permission from your family and permission from the mother and mother...Lang Jun, Arong can’t do everything for you. Man. In my life, I will not call anyone to be a mother."

Yes, there is the day when she solemnly asked her what she wanted, and she said the same thing.

Lan Zhi saw the smile from Wang Hong’s mouth, and asked curiously, "What do you think? What does the woman want?"

Wang Hong straightened up slowly, he leaned back and smiled casually: "What does she want? Not just want to be my wife, but also I promise not to accept concubine."

Lan Zhi raised his eyebrows and sneered, "It seems that you are a woman, with a good appetite."

When it comes to this morning, he glared at Wang Hong and wondered: "Are you ready to answer?"

Wang Honggang just sat up and pulled to the wound and had to lie down again. He smiled and said, "Well, I've already agreed." When he asked her what she wanted in Nanyang a few days ago, he agreed.

Lan was shocked, he cried: "You are the son-in-law of Langya Wang!"

"So what?" Wang Hong smiled contemptuously and said, "Under the sword, the most noble identity is just a pile of bones. This world is extremely boring, and the world's women are also tasteless. Since my Ah Rong wanted it to be her."

He said here with grace and grace, his lips flicked up, and he murmured like a child: "I just want her to stop angry at me."

Lan Zhi stared in disbelief at Wang Hong, who had solved a big problem, frowned. He said seriously: "Wang Hong, you are the great master of the world. Yi Nuo spit it out. It’s not easy for you. It’s you I decided long ago to retreat and wait for the chance to come back. But the fact of this marriage is of great importance and must not be decided rashly. You don’t care about the number of heirs or the views of the world. But you have to care about yourself, if one day you are troubled Tired of regret, what should I do?"

His words are justified. Wang Hong turned his head to his side. He squinted his eyes and tapped his **** on several sides, while whispering: "I’m tired of getting bored? I’m sick and tired of this world. Wealth and wealth can’t be guaranteed, and even my heart can’t be protected?” He smiled, lazily, and said indifferently: “I’m sick and tired of her, and I don’t have anything but her. The two women are worthy of me. Lan Zhi, you and I are people who are accustomed to the wind and the moon, you talk about it, you have been a bridegroom every night, but have you been empty in the early morning? That will let you know the pain, know Suffering, knowing pity, knowing fear, knowing panic, and thinking of losing, she is so confused that she can't be added, but can she often have it?"

Lan Zhi was stunned. He exhaled for a while, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Yeah, no. There are millions of people in the world. How many people can have it? Do you think that I will meet another woman in Wang Hong's future, and can I have such a time of love again?"

Lan Zhi laughed. He shook his head and said, "You are a thin love, and this woman is estimated to make you exhaust all your emotions. It is impossible to meet another one."

Lan Zhi completely wanted to understand at this time. He smiled loudly and patted on Wang Hong’s shoulder. He said loudly, "Well, how can such a beautiful lady meet again? If you meet, it is justified to hold on . Haha, I have laughed at you countless times in the past, and I won’t laugh at you anymore."

Lan Zhi sighed: "You are lucky than us." They are all indulgent and wayward people, they walk in this subversive world. Their hearts are always desperate. Only that wine country, that tenderly, can also give their souls a moment of peace.

It is because of this despair that they indulge themselves and become wild.

Indulgence or madness, they are always lonely, and they are always talking to themselves. No company, no tomorrow, no expectations.

And now, Wang Hong has his wife, and his soul has a place of refuge. He wants to please her woman with all his heart and soul, remembers everything that hangs on her, and she remembers everything that hangs on him sincerely.

In this world, you can meet someone who loves her, and she happens to love you. How many people can have such happiness?

Even if there are millions of people in this world, life and death in an instant, as long as there is such a person, you can share the same sufferings with you, and die with life and death. enough!

He turned around and walked away. In the wide robe and the wind fluttering in the wind, his high-pitched singing came from afar, "Seventies have been rare since ancient times, what's so strange about a lifetime of depression? A laughter, a rare four or five year old one year old. There is no doubt about it."

Listening to Lan Zhi's chanting voice, Wang Hong smiled sideways.

He whispered softly: "Come here."

A figure appeared in the corner.

Wang Hong asked with a smile: "When will she recover? Can she walk and play?"

The man responded: "Half a month is enough." The maid told Chen Rong that it was twenty days, but the man said half a month.

Wang Hong nodded and said, "Half a month? Very good. Take my name stickers, yeah, and invite all my friends. They said that the day of Jiawu, the end of the afternoon, coincides with the arrival of the world. Happy, may the monarchs prove it."

The man responded: "Yes."

The man had just left, and a small step came.

Soon, the maidservant who had served Chen Rong appeared at the door. She lowered her head and walked towards Wang Hongfu, saying: "Lang Jun has passed. She heard Lang Jun's words from outside the door, and she was so depressed that she only ate her food, ate two chopsticks, and talked to me. Sometimes there are mistakes and omissions. Since going back, I have been leaning on the bed, stunned, without any movement."

Wang Hong tilted his head and listened to the maid with relish.

When the maid said this, she stopped. She looked up carefully to Wang Hong. Just looking up, Wang Hong said, "Continue."

Maidservant had a bitter complexion and muttered, "No, no more."

"Can there be tears?"

"None."

No? Wang Hong was obviously a bit disappointed, he frowned and his mouth was raised.

In a blink of an eye, he asked again: "Can there be red eyes?"

"Never."

Not even blushing? Wang Hongda was disappointed. He frowned, waved his sleeves, and ordered: "Look at it, if there is something abnormal, report it quickly." After thinking about it, he commanded again: "Don't disclose everything to me here. I have nothing to say with you, and I must not divulge half-words."

Maid girl stunned~IndoMTL.com~ She whispered in a blink of an eye: "She is very uneasy." Why hide it?

Wang Hong frowned, and said lightly: "Uneasy? Very good." The maid stunned for a while. Seeing Wang Hong stopped talking, she blessed him slowly and retreated slowly.

Watching the maid leave, Wang Hong muttered his mouth, whispered childishly: "The eyes are not red, the tears are not flowing, and I still scared me with that special expression! I wanted to leave me without moving Go... I don’t say anything at all, it makes you very difficult."

Muttering here, he mentioned his voice and warmly called out: "Come here."

"In."

"If Chen Arong comes to see you, they will refuse!" Are you ready to stay away from yourself? Huh, he will let her see him, let her experience the bitterness of acacia.

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