Cold CEO Loves Unstoppably

With a deep sigh, he put down the curtain, "the villagers are really simple!"

Wang Fuchun on one side snorted unhappily.

Seeing the glare of beitanghao, he lowered his eyes and stopped speaking.

After returning home, Wang Fuchun's first thing was to take a bath. After washing for an hour, he still felt uncomfortable.

When she had dinner, the chicken soup before was so sweet that she had no appetite for the dishes on the table. After eating two mouthfuls, she held her chin and frowned.

"What kind of people are these? It's not as good as the people in the countryside! " Looking at the dishes one by one, they are extremely weak.

"Miss, here comes the chicken soup." Cui'er takes the soup covered with the silver lid. She thinks about the delicious chicken soup she has drunk before. The original chicken soup has no appetite, and Wang Fuchun is still not interested.

Qin Yuran urged her, "have a taste of chicken soup, there is a surprise!"

"What kind of surprise? Yesterday's is a surprise. Besides the woman's dislike, chicken soup is a delicacy in the world."

Qin Yuran smiles and takes her bowl to cui'er's hand.

As soon as the lid is lifted, it seems to be the taste of yesterday. It's impossible. My wife still stays in the village. She doesn't come at all. I'm afraid it's a deliberate imitation. Painting a tiger doesn't turn into a dog!

When she was holding it in front of her, the strong fragrance came to her nose, which made her move her fingers. She could not help tasting it. She opened her eyes and asked in surprise, "the fragrance is not bad!"

Qin Yuran is smiling.

When a bowl of soup came down, she felt comfortable all over. She was very satisfied with eating. She leaned on the chair and covered her stomach. She asked pleasantly, "is that woman specially invited by beitanghao to make chicken soup for us?"

"Of course not!" Qin Yuran smiles, her eyes narrowed like a bright moon.

She smiles and says mysteriously, "chicken soup is what I make!"

"No way!" Wang Fuchun looked at her in shock, "chicken soup is caused by secret method, how do you know?"

Qin Yuran raised her eyebrows and envied her. "In fact, the king saw that you drank sweet and ordered me to learn from the village head's wife!"

"Really?" Shocked, he opened his eyes round, his lips pursed and laughed brightly, "is beitanghao asking you to learn for me?"

"Not at all." Qin Yuran is jealous and envious, which makes Wang Fuchun happy. The whole evening has been savoring delicious food and beitanghao's tenderness.

She wanted to ask in person.

He got up early the next day. Beitanghao, who was on the way, came out of Qin Yuran's room. He was walking in a royal uniform and went to the court yesterday. Immediately recovered just joy, look depressed.

"Miss, the Lord is in front of you!" Xia Yue exclaimed in surprise.

She looks gloomy to go back, summer month does not know what to say, hasten forward.

She had just taken a few steps and was very angry in her heart. After sitting down on one side, she took off the roses beside the fence, tore up the petals and threw them away. She said in a displeased voice, "the Lord hasn't thought of me for a long time!"

To sum up, he had not been with him at night for a long time. When he was alone in his spare room, he felt that the night was long.

Originally the mood is joyful, suddenly angry again, summer month in one side dare not speak.

In the end, she asked, "who is she? Is it really the sister she talks about? "

Xia Yue is not sure.

"I knew that no matter how she concealed it, she would show her flaws. She always flattered me. She must not want me to tell the secret and reveal her identity, so that she has been courting me."

"In fact, Miss Qin is gentle with others."

"She is careful, natural and gentle, just like a generous and open-minded person, but who doesn't know her secret mind!"

Now that her goal has been achieved, beitanghao accompanies her every day. She is alone and sleepless. Her long sigh is like the wind passing through the hall.

When he returned from the early Dynasty, beitanghao opened Qin Yuran's door. Hao, sitting in front of her, is holding her hand

"Where are you going?" She put down her work in a hurry and stood up in a hurry.

"I'll know when I go."

All the way north, Tang Hao was very excited and took a peony flower and pinned it on her bun.

"Yes, when you take a picture, it will catch people's eyes."

"Take a picture?" Qin Yuran's body is dragged to the courtyard by him involuntarily.

In the courtyard, a black box as beitanghao described before is about the size of an adult's head. She can't help but step forward curiously, trying to uncover the black cloth, but she doesn't dare.

The servant girls were busy in a group and brought several chairs. Wang Fuchun, who heard of the news, immediately sat in the middle. Beitanghao frowned slightly and pointed to the small stool next to him, "you sit there!"

"Lord!" she cried wrongly

Beitanghao ignores her and sits down with Qin Yuran's hand.After sitting for a long time, they raised their lips and looked at the black box with a smile. A round head appeared and muttered to the translator.

With a smile, the translator said, "excuse me, Prince and princess. There's something wrong with the machine."

A word aroused a thousand stone waves, Wang Fuchun took the lead to stand up displeased, angry straight at him, "is there any mistake? We've been posing here for a long time, but you say it's all in vain! "

"Side concubine, the machine is too precise, it is difficult to take pictures if there is a problem with the small machine!"

"All right Beitanghao takes Qin Yuran's hand, and they turn around and walk away.

As soon as her eyes turned, Wang Fuchun had an idea and waited for the opportunity. When beitanghao was alone, she came forward and whispered, "why is a good camera broken?"

"Why is it bad?" The North Hall Hao carelessly interface.

Wang Fuchun pressed to endure the joy in her heart and said calmly, "maybe it's someone else's reason!"

The Marquis of Beitang put down his cup and looked at her suspiciously.

She sighed and shook her head. "Wang Ye, you think about it. Such a wonderful camera, such a wonderful moment, but suddenly failed. There must be someone ominous!"

As soon as the sword eyebrow is erect, Bei Tang Hao looks displeased.

She saw the voice suddenly stopped, faltering and saying: "it's all my concubine's guess. But will you ask her to come over when you take photos tomorrow? "

"Of course, I must. Why not? Unless someone doesn't want to see her! "

The cold sweat on his forehead rolled down one by one. Wang Fuchun did not dare to say more. He waited in the same place and returned to the room angrily, feeling uncomfortable.

Neither sitting nor standing, pacing back and forth from time to time.

"Tell me, where is Qin Yuran's sister? She must be herself!"