Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 1191
He has a straight figure like a benchmark, and his body is wrapped in black clothes. After three years of precipitation, his sharp silhouette like a knife is even more beautiful.

Without the youthfulness of the past, with a deepness, there is a kind of coldness that is hidden in the city.

This kind of him made her a little strange, but more importantly, she was moved. She thought of how everyone worshiped and fawned on him that night.

"Qing Yang..." Joy flashed in Xie Siyou's heart, and now that she was looking at him so closely, her heart still couldn't stop beating faster.

Ming Qingyang looked at her, if he read correctly, she was wearing a woman's bun that night, but today, she was still dressed as a girl.

With a simple thought, he can probably think of why she did this.

"You have something to do with me?" Ming Qingyang looked at the exquisite food and wine on the table, walked over a few steps, and sat down.

Xie Siyou hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to pour wine for him. As soon as she got close to him, she could smell the uniquely familiar warm breath on the man's body.

"The wine is over!" Ming Qingyang stretched out his hand to block it, frowning as he looked at the wine stains overflowing on the table, some of which had already touched him.

"Ah..." Xie Siyou put down the flagon in a panic, picked up a juan handkerchief and wiped it for him: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll clean it up for you..."

Ming Qingyang didn't stop her, watching her lower her head and reach out her hand to work on him, when that hand tended to go down, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to grab her wrist: "No need Alright, I'll do the rest myself!"

He took her veil and wiped it methodically, with a sense of alienation permeating his whole body.

Xie Siyou wanted to test him, but he didn't reject her approach, but he couldn't be enthusiastic about her either.

She thought of the sweet days between the two of them in the past. Qing Yang was cold at first, but then he slowly fell in love with her.

"Qing Yang, how have you been doing these past few years?" She spoke slowly, with a tender voice.

"Very good," Ming Qingyang was still indifferent, speaking clearly, with a sense of composure in his whole body.

Xie Siyou saw him so calm, without anger at her betrayal, she felt a little uncertain.

She stood beside him, with tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice was a bit suppressed: "But I'm not doing well, Qing Yang, I've been thinking about you all the time for the past three years, and want your injuries to heal." No, I think you are doing well, do you hate me?"

Ming Qingyang raised his head and glanced at her lightly: "That's already a thing of the past, if you came to me today just for this, you're so overwhelmed, I've had a good life, let me say goodbye first!"

He stood up and walked towards the window.

Xie Siyou paused with his hands wiping his eyes, then stepped forward quickly, hugged Ming Qingyang, and put his head on his back: "Qingyang, don't go, I miss you, I really miss you." You, I know I was wrong, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Time stopped right there, Xie Siyou saw that he didn't push away, and was overjoyed, thinking that he was still interested in her: "Qing Yang, I've been looking for you, I didn't expect to see you in this imperial capital, I will never leave you again I want to be with you, I want to bake sweet potatoes with you, watch the sunset together, and live our lives together..."

Hearing her sincere confession, the corner of Ming Qingyang's mouth twitched into a sneer, and he stretched out his hand to pull her hand: "Mrs. Xiao, if you do this, the deceased husband will be sad, and your son, can you ignore his relationship with him?" I go?"

(End of this chapter)