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Chapter 1768 Lie Yan: He is the devil
Her heart throbbed slightly, and she asked softly, "What do you want to draw?"

"I want to draw the uncle who bought me the little sugar figurine that day. He was so beautiful. I like that uncle." Xiaotangtang's eyes twinkled like little stars.

Murong Yan was startled.

Is this the flesh and blood?

Xiaotangtang just met Dugulie by chance.

"Mother, I can't draw, Tangtang, don't draw this uncle, we don't know him." Murong Yan said patiently.

"Okay." Tangtang blinked her big eyes, and said with some disappointment. Her little hands folded the rice paper and put it away.

Dangdang knocked on the door, Murong Yan said a few words to Tangtang, stood up and opened the door.

Bai Mosi looked at her with a heavy face: "I..."

"I know what you want to say, let's go back to the room and talk." Murong Yan didn't want to talk about those nonsense things in front of Tangtang.

The two walked in tandem.

After closing the door, Bai Mosi looked at her with hurt eyes, and asked almost firmly, "He did what happened today, didn't he?"

The name Dugulie was a thorn between them.

"Yes." Murong Yan admitted: "I didn't expect him to be so despicable. He took all those prisoners away. I will find a way to get them back."

He held her hand: "How do you want to come back? Yan'er, did he ask you any conditions? Isn't it?"

Sometimes, not only a woman's intuition is accurate, but a man's intuition is also accurate.

Murong Yan bowed her head and acquiesced.

"Yan'er, don't, don't agree to his conditions." A feeling of fear emerged spontaneously, and Bai Mosi hugged her: "He...he is a devil, you can't play with him, he hates you, he is taking revenge You, don't fall, Yan'er, you are my wife, you can't treat me like this..."

"Mosi, you're thinking too much, you're not what you think." Murong Yan explained softly: "No, don't worry too much, this matter is extraordinary, and it has already affected the court and the common people .”

"Dugu Lie is a ruthless person. He can really do lawless things. If he really releases those prisoners, we will be finished, really finished." Murong Yan's eyes were full of worry.

"Yan'er, I understand the seriousness of the matter, I..." Bai Mosi resented himself for not being able.

He slammed on the wall in a circle, closed his eyes: "Go, I... believe you, I can... solve it."

He didn't mean what he said.

Lonely man and widow, living in the same room.

Who can guarantee that nothing will happen.

"Help me take care of Tangtang, I will bring those prisoners back as soon as possible." Murong Yan seemed to be desperate.

Painful feelings entangled in Bai Mosi's heart like seaweed.

He knew that Murong Yan was getting farther and farther away from him.

At dusk of the next day, Murong Yan showed up belatedly at the place that Dugulie and her agreed upon.

The room was spacious, the windows were closed, and the air smelled of alcohol.

Dugulie was wearing a black jacket, hanging loosely on his muscular chest, his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, he had the smell of a prodigal son, he was playing with the wine glass, with a triumphant smile on his lips, as if he had long been sure that she would come : "Since you're here, don't just stand there, come in, take off your clothes, and take a shower."

"Bath?" Murong Yan looked at him inquiringly.

Dugulie smiled sarcastically: "Do you think that the suzerain asked you to come here just to chat with you under the quilt?"

(End of this chapter)