Nether King's Genius Wife

What a secret thing it was, or what, why did she refuse to tell the truth?

But fortunately, after only hesitating for a while, Zhen Qingqing finally opened her mouth, but when she was about to tell Mu Yunji, the high priest came in.

"Here you are. I've been looking for you all over the place."

Intimate went to Zhen Qingqing and sat down with a gentle smile on the high priest's face.

When he turned his head again and looked at Mu Yun, the smile on his face did not change, but he always let Mu Yun feel a little awkward.

"Can I call you Jier?"

Ming Ming seems to be asking Mu Yun's opinion. The high priest asked Mu Yun, but he didn't wait for her to answer. He began to feel self-conscious.

"I didn't expect that I should have such a big daughter. You've been working hard for you these years. It's hard for me to stay alone in the moon."

The body slightly tilts towards the direction of Mu Yun, and the high priest is affectionately playing the role of a loving father.

It's the kind of heartbreaking.

"Don't worry, now that you are in the big moon, I will slowly compensate you and make your life better."

Nodding, Mu Yun is unable to disobey his heart, said a "good" word.

Seemingly sincere and sincere, she could not feel a trace of emotion in the eyes of the high priest.

But when he looks at Zhen Qingqing, his eyes are completely different. How can I say that? Feeling, feeling, feeling.

It's totally different from the way he looks at himself.

But anyway, it's just a pair of parents who were picked up cheaply. So mu Yun doesn't feel offended and hurt. Anyway, she doesn't really have much to do with them. What's the big deal?

Zhen Qingqing was once again moved by the words of the high priest. She nestled in his arms, and her eyes were red again.

It's really my mother. Hey, can you stop crying

This is what Mu Yun said in the bottom of his heart, not stupid enough to say in front of the high priest.

Although the high priest did not have many good feelings, but Zhen Qingqing gave her a good feeling, at least, did not want to hurt her.

But fortunately, the little lunar calendar giggled, so that Zhen Qingqing distracted her attention. Holding the lunar calendar, she teased her. At the same time, she was smiling happily at the high priest.

"If you look at the lunar calendar, do you think he looks like you again?"

I'm like a cross in your circle!

Seeing that the high priest stretched out his hand and seemed to want to take over the lunar calendar from Zhen Qingqing's arms, Mu Yun Di immediately stood up and stopped his movement.

"I'll take it."

Politeness and embarrassed smile, Mu Yun looked at two people are surprised, hypocritical explanation.

"The lunar calendar is afraid of strangers. Let me hold it myself."

Zhen Qingqing or Leng Leng, she held the lunar calendar for such a long time, did not feel that he has any fear of the performance?

She raised her hand and patted Zhen Qingqing on the back, and the high priest gave a clear smile.

"It's OK. After a few more contacts, he won't be afraid."

Seemingly casually, he stood up and took the lunar calendar from Zhen Qingqing's arms, and held it in his arms. The high priest's expression was loving and patiently coaxing the appearance of the little lunar calendar. He was not faking or acting.

Slightly squint eyes, Mu Yun this time thoroughly feel the difference.

The high priest's feelings for the lunar calendar are the same as those for Zhen Qingqing.

Zhen Qingqing looks at the lunar calendar's expression is the same, they treat the lunar calendar as flesh and blood, there is a sense of kinship, and treat their own time is obviously different.