The villain powerful minister pitted his tech house

Chapter 552

Since being together with Fu Xuan, there has been such a small problem.

Often inexplicably forced to sleep.

Sleepy during the day and sleepy at night, even twice in three days, Song Shushu suspected that Fu Xuan was a man of iron.

Song Shushu, who had been tossed all night, thought in a daze, and slowly fell asleep with his pillow on Fu Xuan's arm.

The Imperial Study Room at noon was particularly quiet.

Sleeping Fu Xuan's expression changed from comfortable and satisfied to gradually cold, his brows were furrowed and his muscles tensed, and then he sat up suddenly, "Presumptuous, I'm going to kill you!"

"Ok?"

Song Shushu sat up dizzily, staring at Fu Xuan with a murderous look on his face, "What, what?"

In a trance, I heard that someone wanted to murder Bengong.

"Shushu." Fu Xuan was stunned when he saw Song Shushu next to him, and then hugged her suddenly, his strength was so great that he could hardly breathe, "I had a nightmare. You took it from me."

Having a nightmare?

Song Shushu stretched out his hand with difficulty and patted his back.

Acting like a baby is fine, but Fu Xuan's acting like a baby is a bit loud.

"Is this just a nightmare? It's fake, it's all fake. Come on, relax, I can't breathe anymore."

"Impossible." Fu Xuan said, and lowered his hands to hold Song Shushu's waist tightly, and rested his chin on Song Shushu's shoulder, "This reminds me of the days when Shushu was not around, and the days felt like years.

Shushu, you won't leave me, right? "

He was woken up after a good sleep, and kept acting like a baby, asking if you would leave him.

"Of course not." Song Shushu replied perfunctorily, he was not at all gentle and considerate towards his insecure husband.

After being woken up by Fu Xuan, Song Shushu was no longer sleepy.

She stayed in the room from morning to afternoon, and now she wanted to get out of bed and go out for a walk.

But how is it possible.

Now she just wants to say one thing——

This damn Fu Xuan!

A good day wasted like this.

And that bastard still had the strength to go out and discuss political affairs with the minister for half an hour.

Returning to the imperial study room, Fu Xuan stretched out his hand to gently brush away the strands of hair that fell on his cheeks, looking at Song Shushu with endless tenderness in his eyes——

"How can I love you so much?"

"Fu Xuan is an idiot." Song Shushu's dream words drifted past gently.

Fu Xuan paused, stretched out his hand to pinch Song Shushu's chubby face, and said in a low voice, "Little bastard."

As he spoke, his hands moved lightly. He put on Song Shushu's clothes, and carefully carried him back to Qianqing Palace.

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The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

In the vast desert, Bianjing is like an isolated island.

desert?

Song Shushu stood on the high city wall in a daze, why did Bianjing move?
The whole Bianjing is still the same as it was before, but the original green plants and vegetation are withered and yellow, the lake and creek are all dry, and the strong wind blows waves of sand and stones, making Song Shushu's mouth full of mud.

Pooh, pooh, pooh.

Song Shushu vomited forcefully, what's going on?
(End of this chapter)