Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Hear the words.

The corners of Fu Yue's lips twitched strangely.

Sao, too hot.

Why hadn't she noticed that this person was so nasty before?

"You presumptuous—"

It took a long time for Fu Yue to suffocate these three words.

Wen Xian casually curled his lips, stretched out his hand to put down the clothes he was holding, and lowered his eyelashes, and said, "I have done a lot of presumptuous things. Don't pretend your majesty. Your stern look is not scary at all. "

"Instead, it made me think more and commit the following."

When the thin lips spit out these words, Wen Xian bends his eyes slightly.

The look was slightly innocent.

Fu Yue: "?????!!!"

What **** are you talking about?

Isn't this the world of women?

Why is there such a shameless man?

Fu Yue doubted life for a while.

Did she come to a fake female deity world?

If the world deceived me--

I still have to face all the storms with a strong smile.

Huh~

The noble and glamorous queen snorted coldly, and threatened gloomily: "Aren't you afraid that I will punish you?"

Wen Xian calmly replied: "On what crime?"

Fu Yue: "..."

Yes, what is the charge?

Is it because I was tossed by my little wife and couldn't get out of bed, so I was so embarrassed that I became an embarrassing charge of anger?

Her Majesty's face turned green.

This is absolutely impossible!

She glanced at Wenxuan gloomily, then picked up the clothes he had just put on the bedside, and changed it without evasiveness.

The beauty of Wen who was caught off guard and forced to accept a wave of visual welfare: "!!!"

The white ear tips are slightly red.

The slender jade fingers curled up slightly, and then slowly squeezed, as if suppressing something.

After Fu Yue got out of bed, she changed her clothes and walked over to Wenxian without squinting. She didn't give him a look, and her walking posture was slightly unnatural.

"Where do you go?"

The sound of hearing the string was gentle, with low magnetism, like the unmelted snow on the branches of early spring, the shadows rang in Fu Yue's ears.

"I will look at He Shijun...'s cat."

In the sight of Wen Xian killing people, Fu Yue's tone gradually weakened as he spoke.

Wen Xian’s calm face eased slightly, and he walked forward naturally, and stretched his hand over Fu Yue’s slender waist, and said, “What’s so good about his cat? If your majesty likes cats, I also have them there. One."

"Let's go see it."

Fu Yue was forcibly taken away by Wen Xian's waist.

"..."

presumptuous!

Do you know that you are my little petite?

What are you doing now?

I want to revive my wife!

Her Majesty, who was full of resentment, was dragged away reluctantly.

...

As for He Luo in Guanju Palace on the other side.

He just sat in front of the window, wearing only a thin piece of clothing, his face was a little haggard, his eyes were cast outside, his expression of sadness was almost turned into a stone of hope.

The attendant took a coat and put on He Luo, and whispered: "The Lord has been waiting for your next night, and you haven't closed your eyes this night. How can you stand it? You should go and rest for a while, if your majesty knows. She will feel distressed..."

He Luo smiled bitterly.

Distressed?

Everyone in the harem said that he won the supreme favor as soon as he entered the palace, but who knows what the emperor's favor looks like in the eyes of outsiders.

He Luo shook his head towards the attendant, then raised his slender arm, and turned it over, revealing a bit of brightly colored gonggong sand.