The Empire's Mr.Jun Is Playing The Villain Again

Gongxi was cold, hoarse and gentle: "painting son, it's my fault. Don't cry, don't cry, you cry my heartache..."

Heartache was suffocating, and his body was trembling.

Qiao Liuhua reached out his hand and touched his eyes, "did I cry?"

She didn't realize it. She didn't realize it. She was crying.

She has just shed tears.

She seemed to be completely out of control and just cried.

She took a deep look at gong xi Leng and suddenly realized that maybe what gong xi Leng said was true.

Talk about their relationship.

She is his wife.

Gong xi Leng didn't want to make Qiao Liuhua sad, so he controlled his emotions and suppressed his tears.

Forget, forget, he can get close to her again, can be good to her, can make up for everything, all compensation for his paintings.

Gong xi cold and gentle to Qiao Liu painting, wipe away tears, and then gently embrace her.

This time, he did not dare to be too hard, nor too crazy. He was afraid to frighten the stream painting.

He restrained, holding Qiao Liu's painting with very light and light movements, as if holding the treasure of life.

He put Qiao Liu's painting so carefully in his heart. At this time, there was a feeling of fear of melting in his mouth and fear of falling in his hand.

At this time, gong xi was very careful about Qiao Liu's paintings.

Qiao Liu's painting seems to be not used to such hugs and struggles.

As soon as she struggled, gong xi held her tight. "Hua'er, don't refuse me, don't leave. Will you come home with me?"

"Go home?"

Thinking of home, Qiao Liu's paintings think of the ghost emptiness that has collapsed now. At this time, there is no more there.

She is duckweed now, and she wants to have a home.

Gong xi Leng looked at Qiao Liu's painting deeply and said hoarsely, "well, we go home, our home, you make the decision."

Gong xi Leng's mentality at this time is that Qiao Liuhua can do whatever he wants. He supports her completely and listens to her as long as she follows him home.

Forget to forget, he will and her again, this time, no harm.

How could he be willing to hurt the painting.

Qiao Liu's painting was still a little uncomfortable, because it was so sudden, "I I... "

Gong xi said coldly and patiently, "Hua'er, you Are you worried? "

When asked about this sentence, gong xi Leng's heart was all about it. He was worried about gains and losses, and he had a sense of fear in his heart.

He was afraid that Qiao Liuhua would reject him and would not like to go home with him.

But he thought that even if he didn't go home with him, he would be with him. Wherever he stayed, he would go with him. He would follow the painting.

He finally found her, knowing that she was alive, how could he let her out of his sight.

"I I don't remember what happened before. I didn't know you. I went home with you. I couldn't see myself as your wife. I I'm not used to... "

Listening to Qiao Liuhua's words, Gong xileng was sad, but he felt that Qiao Liuhua had a good attitude towards him at this time.

After all, he hurt her so much before.

"I'll give you time to prepare. Don't worry. I'll give you time to adapt. I won't force you to do what you don't want to do. You can do whatever you want."

Qiao Liuhua listened. He was relieved.

In this way, under the guarantee and temptation of Gongxi cold, Qiao Liuhua followed Gongxi Leng back to the Hai nationality.

Even back to the Hai nationality, gong xi Leng is very careful about Qiao Liu's paintings.

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