The Mysterious Ugly Wife Of The Emperor

Zuo Yueyue couldn't speak any more. Her throat was like being blocked. It was too sour.

What's the point of her talking to Huo Hancheng?

How can a character like Huo Hancheng understand what she said? Maybe they will even make a mockery of her.

Zuo Yueyue wiped her eyes and left without saying anything.

She is already cheap enough now, why let Huo Hancheng tell her contemptuous again.

Looking at the back of the woman leaving, thin and lonely, Huo Hancheng's heart suddenly seems to be stabbed by some sharp weapon.

His eyes flashed with complex emotions.

He has been in Vanity Fair for so many years. He has never seen anyone before. Naturally, he knows people's hearts.

What Zuo Yueyue has just said is not false.

He could see clearly from her eyes that the woman was not faking at all.

I misunderstood Zuo Yueyue

Huo Hancheng's mood is very complicated. He almost has an impulse to chase Zuo Yueyue and tell Zuo Yueyue that he misunderstood her.

However, the steps stopped abruptly.

Who is he Huo Hancheng? He is always on the top. He doesn't care what anyone thinks. How can he go to apologize with Zuo Yueyue!

That ugly woman misunderstood and misunderstood, whatever she was, anyway, he Huo Hancheng was eager for this ugly woman to leave quickly.

Time goes by.

The night is getting dark.

Huo Hancheng in the study to look at a document, but he has always been highly serious about the work at the moment, but nothing can be seen.

On the document dense writing turns into a villain, each villain is left month month.

The way her eyes turn red, the way she chokes, the way she drops that tear

Huo Hancheng felt restless.

He strode to his feet and went to the huge French window.

He looked out of the window, trying to calm himself down.

Outside the window is a large garden, all kinds of delicate flowers in the night more charming and moving.

However

Those flowers turned out to be like the moon on the left.

Huo Hancheng scolded in his heart.

What a hell!

How come all his brain is left moon!

A moment later, Huo Hancheng couldn't help it any longer. He called the servant.

He asked the servant what she was doing now. She said she was on the sofa and had been sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Huo Hancheng's brow frowned, and his eyes became more and more deep. All his experiences and connotations were sealed up, as dark as ink.

It's time to go to bed. What is left moon doing on the sofa!

"Let that ugly girl go to bed!" Huo Hancheng ordered.

A moment later the servant came again.

The servant carefully said: "young master, left, Miss left said she didn't want to sleep, she just stayed on the sofa."

……

Zuo Yueyue is sitting on the sofa. Her brain is complicated.

She knew that if she was still on the sofa at such a late night, he would urge her to go upstairs to Huo Hancheng's bedroom.

But even if she knew, her body seemed to be fixed in general, sitting on the sofa did not move.

She thought, let her wayward once, don't think so much.

This evening, she did not want to go to Huo Hancheng's bedroom, did not want to go to Huo Hancheng, did not want to be ridiculed by that man again, she sat on the sofa and stayed quietly for a night.

All of a sudden, there was a sound of footwork.

The footstep was steady, powerful and dignified.

Left moon's breathing was stagnant.