The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

An Xiaomen was not in a hurry, anyway, they are now rushing back.

After bringing the corpse back successfully, she can know some things from the mysterious Xiao mouth in the past life. In this way, this trip can be regarded as nothing.

"What do you say your master is doing now?"

"That's okay," Fan Shixin inferred. "Let's have a big night now. Country S is daylight. Maybe we're busy in the company."

The yacht was on automatically. Fan Shixin just looked at the front. He continued to look forward and said, "Actually, the young master is also very tired every day. He is in charge of such a large company, every day and every thing."

"This is true, but people must be busy alive. When they are busy, they feel that it is wonderful to enjoy a moment of leisure, but when there is a lot of leisure, even when nothing is done every day, there is only leisure time. That is mental emptiness. And, Shi Xin, you have to know that people come from many sources of happiness, but two are very important, one is the happiness of self-fulfillment, and the other is the happiness of winning self-esteem. "

"Ma'am, do you know why I haven't found a girlfriend until now?"

"Of course the reason is obvious. I haven't met someone I like."

Fan Shixin sighed, "In the past, when I was in school, I actually liked girls like many people, but I'm a restrained person. Even if I like it, it's not easy to say it unless I'm sure the person I like also likes me. When I was young, I was shy. When I was old, I lost the impulsiveness. I had to think carefully about everything. Besides, I stayed with a large group of men all day and I did n’t get them into eighteen corners. Good enough, but, grandma, do you think I am a picky person? "

"Fussy? It should be."

"All the picks are based on the fact that I can't make my heart beat, but anyone who likes it is terrible no matter what she does, but I haven't met the girl who makes me so much, maybe she is coming On the way, I just need to continue to be patient. "

Two people had a chat with each other to pass the time. After all, the distance is long and they can only talk and relieve boredom.

Fan Shixin was too tired, An Xiaomeng let him sleep first, the boat slowed down and she sat alone staring ahead.

He fell asleep and woke up until four o'clock in the morning.

Change An Xiaomen to rest.

The boat started to accelerate again, and An Xiaomeng could not support it for a long time. Seeing that he was full of energy, he fell asleep at ease.

Before going to bed, she repeatedly warned herself that she must not dream about her past life. After all, it was at sea. If anything happened, Fan Shixin would have to take care of both, for fear it would not work.

But she fell asleep.

Dreaming of previous lives is not something she can dream of, nor is she in control.

When An Xiaomen saw the scene in front of her, she knew she was in a dream.

She opened her eyes and closed them, trying to force herself to sleep.

But what she did, she couldn't sleep.

After so much trouble, she gave up.

Walking down from the bed and walking out, the door was opened with both hands, and the fragrance of flowers rushed out of my face.

What catches the eye is the large circular flower bed in the courtyard, full of flowers, and bright colors.

Seeing her standing there, a wonderful figure hurriedly put down the embroidery in her hand and rushed from the pavilion not far away. "The girl is awake?"

An Xiaomen looked at Yang Yangyang's face suddenly and asked, "What's your name?"

"Is the girl a Capricorn?" She looked at An Xiaomen with an inquiring look. "Slave Yujiao."

An Xiaolim reached out and squeezed her face, tilted her head and looked at her with a smile, "Your name is Yujiao?"

Yujiao was stupid. "Girl, don't scare slaves, what's wrong with you?"

"Fun for you, can I not know your name?" She let go of her hand and grinned.

Baozi snorted, "The girl shouldn't scare Yujiao any more. She really wants to scare the slaves out, and see who else is so dedicated to serve you."

An Xiaomen looked at her, thinking that this is the past life of Yang Yangyang?

Is it the girl next to her?

Thinking of this, it is inevitable to reach out and take her hand, "It won't happen again."

"Girl ..." She looked at the person in surprise.

"Don't let the girl go, call my sister."

"No ... I don't dare." She lowered her head quickly. "This is a courtesy. The status of a slave is low. How dare you call a girl a sister?"

"Just shouting like that in private." She looked at the palace, and asked, "Where has the Lord gone?"

"Here he is ..." She stopped talking and took the initiative to let go of An Xiaomeng's hand. "Girl, you just woke up, slaver will go and wash your face."

"I asked you where the prince went?" She grabbed Yu Jiao again. "What can't you say?"

"No ... slavery is afraid that you will be upset and angry and cry when you know it."

An Xiaomen shook her head. "No, I won't be uncomfortable. I won't cry and you won't cry. Tell me directly."

For her words, Yujiao didn't believe it. In the past few days, because of the marriage of the princess, she has been sullen and found that she cried several times in private.

But looking at her in a good mood, with a smile on her face, Yujiao froze and said, "The slave listened to other people in the house saying that the emperor had determined that the princess who would marry in the future would give the king a side concubine, and he would declare the day . "

I thought she would have red eyes and a look of anger, but she didn't expect her to say, "That's it."

Compared to what she expected, Yu Jiao's words made her feel more uncomfortable. "Girl, Lord Wang has come to see you these days. You either have to hide behind the door or kick him out. The slaves still think that you and Wang Ye really love you Yes, we should talk about it as well. "

"You make sense, so where is he now?"

"Master Wang, he is not in the house right now, and the slaver went to ask about it early in the morning, saying that Lord Wang has entered the palace, but he hasn't returned yet."

"Yu Jiao, go and wash me face wash. I want to wash it."

"Well, wait a minute, girl."

Seeing that she was taking a small broken step, An Xiaomen was inexplicably a little bit laughing.

She looked away and turned back to the room, thinking as she walked, married princess? It is not the intention of the emperor to be a marriage.

Yu Jiao called the face wash and brought her breakfast. An Xiaomeng asked her if she had eaten it, and she said she had eaten it.

After dinner, she asked her while choosing clothes, "I can't remember how many days I have lived in this house. Do you remember?"

"It has been more than ten days since the slave came to the girl, and the girl has been here for less than half a month."

"We haven't lived here for a short time, it's time to ..." She paused pretentiously, and the meaning was more obvious, but she couldn't live here all the time.