The Story of Lord Hou Doting on His Wife

Chapter 1 Have you time-traveled today?

The sky was pitch black, as if it had just been stained with ink, and everything on the earth was shrouded in the desolate moonlight, as silent as time stuck.

In the dimly lit city, all the lights are turned off at a certain time, and only the light in a high-end apartment stands in the dark abyss.

The lights in the house were extraordinarily brighter than ordinary lights, the whole floor was in a mess, the thread balls and fabrics were all tangled up, and several mannequins in clothes stood on both sides of the white transparent stairs.

There was only one person in the room sitting in front of the long table, picking up a small corner of the chiffon cloth neatly spread on the table.

The needle thread wanders back and forth on the material.

She put all her heart into it, and then she realized that her vision was becoming more and more blurred, but it was only one step away, just one more step away.

The last step fell on the fabric, and she let go of her needlework and fell on the table.

Everything happened so suddenly, one second he was still working with peace of mind, and the next second he died suddenly.

In an unfathomably dark space, she floats in the middle of the darkness like a very light sheet of paper.

When she slowly opened her eyes again, she felt sore all over her body. She was used to sleeping on high-grade soft beds, and she no longer adapted to this kind of hard-core wooden board in the countryside.

It took all the strength of the whole body to half sit up on the board.

The surrounding environment is extremely simple, and the matching colors are too earthy, and even the quilt covering her body is stitched together with various colors.

She kicked off the quilt in disgust, and was used to all kinds of sudden situations, so she would be shocked when encountering such a situation.

After getting out of bed, I immediately found a mirror in the room. Through the mirror, I could see that it was not my face, but my soul was still my own.

The girl in the mirror has fair skin, not like my own pale yellow and rough skin in modern times.

The girl's eyeliner naturally extended to the end of her eyes, and her eyes looked like light brown gemstones that would shine through the light.

A sudden sharp pain made him unsteady, so he could only slide down the cabinet and sit next to the cabinet. A sudden memory hit his mind, and he was defenseless.

Crying, laughing, shouting, chaos.Each segment is like a playback.

Now I almost know who I am and where I am now.

The prime minister's mansion was going to be wiped out, and the whole family tried their best in the end, only keeping her alone.

The prime minister's voice kept echoing in his mind: "Let's go! Let's go!" In his memory, the whole mansion was blood-red, with drops of blood, and now the face of the man in black and the surrounding vegetation.

My heart tensed, the ground was wet with tears unknowingly, the whole person was like a body, and the soul was still wandering in the memory.

When the memory of the coexistence of the two worlds made her come out immediately, she reacted quickly, and immediately wiped the tears on the ground with her yellowed collar, and then stood up after tidying her face.

He had already made up his mind that since he had replaced the original owner, he would pay back by unraveling his knot.

As soon as she opened the door, the scenery had already attracted her.

Although the inside of the house is simple, but the scenery outside.

In the sky as clear as water, a few cotton candy flowers were sprinkled, surrounded by mountains, and the river formed a series of nine twists.

All kinds of flowers on both sides of the yard reveal the simplicity of the countryside.

I have been immersed in my career all year round, and I haven't seen this kind of scenery for a long time, and it makes me feel refreshed when I see it.

The inexplicable sorrow just now has been replaced.

There is a stove in the yard, which was used by the original owner to cook there, and the stone table and chairs under the gazebo, the small life is really pleasant.

According to the memory of the original owner, the original owner liked to grow flowers very much and made a living by selling some flowers.

　The front is a bit complicated, after the ninth chapter, I will definitely not let you down
　　
　
(End of this chapter)