Get rid of the evil husband: there is a fox at home

He had been away for a while before she looked back.

Looking at the burden on the table, she sighed faintly, laying her head on the table, her mind was in a mess.

His words. .

Over and over again, in her mind, thinking about it.

She couldn't believe it. .Will Shangguan Yu really like her? [

It wasn't that she wasn't confident enough, but that Shangguan Yu was too much. . .

Such a beautiful face, and such a noble status. . .

she now. . .No identity background, just the owner of a small restaurant. . .

He rejected so many daughters, princesses. . .

She thought and thought for a long time, but she couldn't figure out why.

After lying in the room for a while, I still haven't figured out why.

She sighed softly, lifted the bundle on the table, opened it, and put the clothes back one by one.

After leaving it alone, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

She is acting like a child now.

After being coaxed, he calmed down.

I was so determined before, I decided to leave here.

Not willing to stay for a moment.

But now. . .Because of his gentle coaxing. . .She stayed obediently again.

She is. .It's becoming more and more useless.

After putting everything back, Yu Zhao was going to go to his own restaurant to have a look.

It has been several days since I went to see it, and every time I go, Shangguan Yu said that her status is different now, and she can no longer do whatever she wants like before.

Out of his consideration, she didn't go.

Now that I have stayed in Wuyouju for so long, and I have nothing to do, I really want to go out for a walk.

Just as she walked out, she saw Xian'er coming up to meet her, "Ma'am..." [

"what are you doing here?"

She is Shangguan Yu's personal servant girl, instead of going to serve Shangguan Yu, what is she doing standing outside the house.

"Young Master said, let Xian'er take care of Madam in the future..."

She and her sister are the two maidservants that the young master valued most.

Now the son gave her to his wife. .visible. . .