The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

Yin Sa put down the bottle in his hand, and sat on the sofa beside him. He put his hand on the center of his eyebrows, but slightly raised his lips. He didn't know how long he hadn't smiled like this. , has never been so easy.

He's really not alone.

He leaned on the sofa and began to close his eyes to meditate. Now he needs to think about it and take a good rest. Soon, he will be even busier.He opened his eyes again, and there was a silver light in his eyes, an extraordinarily cold silver light.

The person with silver eyes is the heir of this country, and the one who really owns this country is a letter of succession left by the previous king. The king here is the crown prince, that is, Andy with blond hair and silver eyes. .

There was the sound of two men's breathing in the room, and then there was the sound of snoring again and again. Fred turned over, and he didn't know what was muttering in his mouth?He fell asleep again.

The bed here is not soft enough, and there is no dear, but it is enough to sleep. He dreamed of a large grassland, green grass, white clouds, and a beautiful little girl smiling at him.

His little boy is really a cute boy.

Then suddenly a fierce woman appeared beside him, she grabbed his shoulders and gave him a wonderful shoulder throw.

He suddenly shivered, and immediately opened his eyes, but he was startled.

"Boy, why am I under the bed?" He got up from the ground, the floor was so hard, it really fell to his death.

His waist, you must know that the most important thing for a man is his waist, if he doesn't have a waist, how can he give him dear happiness.

Yin Sa raised her black eyes, her voice was still very quiet.

"You fell off the bed yourself."

"Then you don't know how to stop me," Fred yelled angrily, this kid, do you have any sympathy, the fall hurts enough.

"I thought you liked the floor," Yin Sa said indifferently, without any expression on her face.

Fred pointed his nose, he likes the floor, the floor likes him.

"Boy, where did I say I like the floor?" He straightened his face, which was an insult to him, and if he didn't tell him a reason that satisfied him, he would never end with him.

"You said it yourself," Yin Sa lowered her head, gently stroking the cup in her hand with her fingers.

"Boy," came Fred's warning voice, "don't take me for a fool, the devil said he likes the floor." Didn't he know what he said himself?Don't think that because he is younger than him, you can bully him like this.

"You're calling the floor dear." Yin Sa picked up the cup in her hand and took a sip, "I thought you just liked it."

And Fred stopped talking at this time, he lay back on the bed again, and only then remembered a dream he had, God, he was really ashamed this time.

The temperature from between his fingers stunned Yin Sa for a moment. After a long time, he came back to his senses. The water in the glass seemed to be colder. He stood up, poured it out, and poured himself another glass. I didn't drink it, I just held it in my hands, feeling the temperature that was slowly flowing away.

In the palace, An Qiluo got off a woman, but the woman just grabbed the clothes on her body and left quickly, without staying here for a minute, she knew that the second prince didn't like women staying on his bed, so , every time he finished venting, the woman would leave.

Angelo walked into the bathroom and washed off his sweat. He stood under the hot water, the corners of his lips were raised all the time. He no longer likes black hair, but now he hates, hates that black-haired man, And that little girl with dark hair.

He hates everything about them.

Walking out, he picked up a piece of clothing and put it on. This kind of life is really comfortable, without Andrew's discipline, without that annoying man, and there is a doll that he can ridicule and torture. The days are really too comfortable.

Andrew, you'd better come back later. As for the lack of a maid by his side, his mother has already made up for him, so he doesn't need to worry about it. Even if he knows everything, so what Yes, he can have thousands of reasons, and there is nothing he can do about it.

She was kept in a very safe place, and even if Andrew was there, he might not have recognized that face.

An ugly face, what else is worth remembering.He lay on his own bed, thinking proudly, it seemed that he would see his little slave again tomorrow.With his eyes closed, he really felt extremely comfortable all over his body.

Feanna was sitting at the door of that small door. She stared outside from time to time to see if something happened to Lotte. Why hasn’t she been here for a long time? She hasn’t seen her for a few days. , she will come, but now, why, she has no shadow.

She narrowed her blue eyes slightly, and waited a little longer, maybe it was because the king was gone and there were many people over there, so it was inconvenient for her to come out.

She bent her body and sat by the wall, there was still a pile of food on the ground beside her, but there was no bread, she sighed softly.

There was too much luxury in this imperial palace, and behind the luxury, there were also unknown evils.

In a small dark room, Lotte picked up the bowl on the floor. It was unknowable what was in it, and it was unpalatable, but she could only eat it. If she didn't eat it, she would starve to death.

The wound on her face is slowly healing. Fortunately, it may be because she has been taking silver medicine since she was a child. Therefore, with such a big wound and so much blood, she just has nothing but Except for a fever, there were no symptoms.

The door was opened, and the light from the outside came in. She put her hand on her eyes, it was so bright, in fact, she really wanted to have it.

The door was closed again, all the light was blocked outside the door, and she felt a kind of loss again, as long as she walked out of that door, she would be free and she could leave.

However, she knew that An Qiluo would not let him go so easily.

"Little slave, how is it? Is the food delicious? This is what we left over from eating. It is usually used to feed the dogs," An Qiluo said in a cool voice, looking at the bowl on the ground next to him, and I can really eat it.

She is indeed a lowly woman.

Lotte clenched her fingers, just sat on the ground, lowered her head, a gray dress was put on her body, and there was a deep scar on her face, which forcibly destroyed one of her faces , there is no beauty at all, even ugly is disgusting, just as Angelo said.

"Little slave, let's continue playing," he turned and walked out. He had a really tough temper, but it was interesting in this way. The stronger her vitality, the more interested he was, but he only remembered that face , he felt very bored.

She ruined such a perfect face.