Nine Lord Palm Heart Little Sweet Wife

Light gauze tent.

The whole room is filled with bright red, red sheets and quilt covers, and the words "Happy" pasted brightly on the head of the bed, and the woman lying on the bed is even more gorgeous than the red.

The white wedding dress, the black hair loosened randomly, and the cool white skin with circles of halo under the light, the woman's brows were slightly frowned, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she coughed lightly, showing a tendency to wake up.

"Hurry up, if Jiuye comes later and the woman who was brought here is still awake, we will have to walk away without food."

A rustling sound came from the door, startling the person on the bed.

"Cough..." He coughed lightly.

The willow leaf-like eyebrows slightly loosened by two points, and a pair of fox-like eyes swiped open. The originally gorgeous face was even more seductive because of the tear mole under the corner of the right eye.

Mu Qianqian raised her hand and rubbed her temples, as if her head was about to explode, and the fragmented pictures were continuously connected together.

"Hurry up, hurry up, will you know it!"

"That's the right key, did we take it wrong?"

Before Mu Qianqian had time to look at everything around her, she looked at the door vigilantly with her eyes.

Hearing the growing noise at the door, Mu Qianqian bit her lower lip. If she didn't run now, there would only be a dead end.

In order to keep that stepdaughter, the Mu family even sent their own daughter to this house even after being knocked out.

For the benefit of the Mu family, they are willing to send themselves out.

There is only one reason for Mu Qianqian to appear in this room, Chongxi.

And Chongxi is for Jun Jiuyan, the youngest of the most powerful Jun family in Wutong City.

Speaking of the youngest of the Jun family, Jun Jiuyan, he is also the darling of everyone in the Jun family, but the more precious he is, the more squeamish he is.

Jun Jiuyan, a man who is full of illnesses, the more ill he is, the more cruel his temperament becomes.

According to legend, 90.00% of the property of the Jun family was taken over by the sick man when he was 22 years old. Although his body was weak, Jun Jiuyan's skills were not weak at all.

The right to take over has only been one year, and it has been fully controlled.

And his method, summed up in four words, is to kill.

Although the three words Jun Jiuyan are mysterious, they are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Thinking of this, Mu Qianqian placed a cold ban.

To marry such a man by himself, or to save him from some catastrophe and live for a few more years, is absolutely impossible for him.

With a tear, Mu Qianqian tore the wedding dress.

Escaping is also a technical job, and skirts are naturally inconvenient.

So in order not to get naked and move faster, Mu Qianqian wrapped the torn fabric from the waist down, covering all the places that shouldn't be exposed.

She glanced at her masterpiece with satisfaction, took a few deep breaths, and Mu Qianqian jumped off the bed.

"Damn!" Unable to swear, Mu Qianqian frowned, there was not even a shoe beside the bed, so she could only go barefoot.

The sound of the key turning was mixed with the sound of people's excitement.

"That's right, that's the way to open it!"

"Hurry up!"

Mu Qianqian didn't care about other things, she tiptoedly opened the window and looked down, "It's okay, it's okay, this courtyard is antique and not high, you can do it for Mu Qianqian."

Without hesitation, he turned over and walked out the window.

With a creak, the door was opened.

"What about people!"

"Man, isn't man on the bed?"

"Damn! She didn't wake up and ran through the window! The windows are all open!"

"Hurry up and ask someone to chase her down, we can't let her run away and miss the auspicious time arranged by my wife!"

The two people rushed out of the room, and the person they wanted to chase was leaning against the wall in fear.

Mu Qianqian has a slight fear of heights, so at this moment her hands and feet are a little out of control.

The slender fingers tightly grasped the wooden pillars by the wall, and even the joints protruded.

Mu Qianqian kept taking deep breaths to adjust herself, but her heart beat slightly faster, and her small face was flushed because of this kind of exercise.

Mu Qianqian bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making a sound. She lowered her eyes to pay attention to the width of her feet, and moved her body carefully.

Seeing that it was about to go down from the corner of the second floor, the inner window was suddenly opened.

Mu Qianqian was startled, her feet went limp, and she slipped and fell.

An arm protruded from the window, half of the arm was exposed by the reverse-sleeved design, the skin was gray and white, and even the capillaries under the skin seemed to be visible in the light.

And Mu Qianqian was grabbed by such an arm.

Mu Qianqian blinked, not knowing whether to be glad that she didn't fall or to be sad that she was discovered so easily.

Of course, there was no need for Mu Qianqian to react, the owner of the arm was faster than her.

With a little effort, Mu Qianqian was pulled in along the window, half kneeling on the ground, and met a pair of warm eyes.

It's not so much that there is no warmth, but that Mu Qianqian is not taken seriously, so her eyes are careless.

Dark brown pupils, upturned peach eyes, there is a look of disgust in the bottom of the eyes, but there is an unstoppable morbid sense of evildoer.

Mu Qianqian stopped breathing for a moment, and clearly saw his Adam's apple rolling down, and then there was a bang in his mind.

"Little thief?" The texture is as hoarse as flax, and the ending rises as if he is saying the most touching love words, but the corners of his mouth are very light, and he doesn't care.

Mu Qianqian's brain froze for a moment. This face was too good-looking, gorgeous to the bone and full of sickness.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

The charming and handsome man was not in a hurry to answer Mu Qianqian, his eyes flicked back and forth as if looking at something, and he noticed that she was wearing a white wedding dress.

He chuckled lightly, his tone even more incomprehensible.

"You're running away from marriage, huh?" The face suddenly approached, and those dark eyes were like a whirlpool, and after inhaling it, it couldn't come out again.

Mu Qianqian swallowed, and asked the stupidest sentence in 22 years, "How do you know?"

"Heh." The laughter was soft, grabbing people like feathers.

Mu Qianqian felt a strange tingling sensation from the tip of her heart.

"What do you say?" Then he asked back.

Mu Qianqian watched him stretch out his hand. His fingers were slender and his nails were round, but they were too white, even whiter than herself.

Squatting down in front of himself, "Are you thinking, Jun Jia Jiuyan is just a sick child who is dying, and if he doesn't run for his life, he is waiting to die, so why not give it a go?"

Mu Qianqian was bewitched by the look, and nodded foolishly.

The smile on his lips became even more beautiful, comparable to a monster.

"That really disappoints you, I can't die yet."

Mu Qianqian was completely dumbfounded, and her froze brain was finally willing to react.

After a long time, Mu Qianqian choked out a sentence, "Are you Jun Jiuyan?"