Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1533 Jiang Ziwen, this bastard! Shang'er is still so young...

Suddenly, the back of the hands, arms, neck, and forehead, the purple veins burst out, as if they were breathless, and as if they were suffering from extreme pain caused by some external force, Lingshang knelt without warning. On the ground, she knelt down in front of Qing Yaoji, firmly grasping the position of her heart.

Immediately, the beautiful Qing Yaoji squatted down in sorrow. As a brother-in-law, Gong Siyu also stepped forward quickly. The two yelling old men who were almost doing their hands also stopped clamoring, frowned and moved closer.

As the stalemate father-daughter relationship between Lingtian and Lingki has warmed up, Qing Yaoji has also been very good to Lingshang recently. Because she is a boy, she has not spoiled her, but when she saw her young son suddenly be like this, she wrinkled her eyebrows. Kneeling down, he hugged his son in his arms, loving and tender, caring to the lowest level and asked, "Shanger?"

Feeling Qing Yaoji hugging herself, Lingshang, who was so painful and breathless, was flattered, leaning on the side of her mother’s fragrant shoulder, dizzy, just about to say something, suddenly felt the sky spinning, her eyes were dark. I lost consciousness.

He didn't understand, what happened to him...

"My son-in-law, borrow the soft couch in the house."

When Qing Yaoji saw Ling Shang lost her consciousness, she fell into her arms, her beautiful eyes were sharp, she didn't hesitate to look at Gong Siyu, and hugged her son horizontally, effortlessly, Shi Shiran Step into.

This move made Gong Siyu, who wanted to hold Lingshang for Qing Yaoji, stunned.

Behind him, the two old men who had almost shot a fight a second before would start whispering.

"Have you seen, that deceiving old witch is a strong man at all, she is pretending to be weak and weak! Her set is only fooled by the idiot of Lingtian!" Old Ancestor Hongjun dismissed sneakily. Said in the ear of Wutian ancestor.

"Lao Bai, you are right!"

Wutian and Hongjun reached an agreement, shook hands and made peace, and then entered the house together.

Inside and outside there is a soft couch for the concubine to take a nap and read.

Qing Yaoji quickly placed Lingshang on it, let her lie flat, her long hair fluttering, and the flowing pink gauze pajamas lined her flawlessly, all over the country. If you don’t know, you will definitely think Qing Yaoji is a peace No one would know that Lingyu was a superb beauty of about the same age. She was already the mother of two children.

After all, it was a piece of meat that fell from her body, how could Qing Yaoji really not hurt Lingshang.

Sitting down on the side of the chaise couch, Qing Yao Ji's cool catkin stretched out to Lingshang's cold sweaty cheeks, "It's all sweat, what's wrong?"

Speaking of squeezing his son's wrist, taking a pulse, and taking a closer look, Dai's eyebrows frowned, "There is no injury, why suddenly..."

Just as Qing Yaoji was puzzled, she noticed that Ling Shang was wearing a white shirt with a wide open neckline and two unbuttoned buttons. On the left side of the heart, a certain black and gold mark was looming.

While wiping his son's sweat with his sleeves, he dragged his cold palm that was constantly moving in pain, muttering to himself: "Mom is here, mom is here, don't be afraid..."

With that said, Qing Yaoji lightly opened her son's shirt, and suddenly looked at Lingshang's left heart in disbelief, the black and gold ghost-like mysterious and strange mark, which was a seal-shaped "Yan" ...

When Qing Yaoji was immersed in shock and couldn't recover, Gong Siyu had a sudden look, not understanding what the word "Yan" meant.

The ancestor Wutian and ancestor Hongjun, who quietly approached the "watching", looked at each other for a long time. The ancestor Wutian sullied his sleeves, "Too irresponsible! This Lingshang is the youngest of my Protoss at least. The prince! How can the son of the **** emperor be branded by humans casually! It is too much! How can he marry a wife and have children in the future?"

On the contrary, Hongjun's ancestor, with a look of fear that the world will not be chaotic, leisurely stroked his white eyebrows, with a smile, "It's interesting, look at the imprint on the heart of Lingshang, this spiritual power... this mark It's...No, only the Yan Wang can plant the Yan Wang's seal. Among the current ten great Yan Wangs, there is only one female Yan Wang who is still married. This mark..." After a pause, the old eyes widened, and he shouted, "Jiang Ziwen This **** thing! Lingshang is still so small! How did he do it!"

Lingshang is only a few thousand years old, and if converted to the age of an ordinary person, he has just grown up.

Gong Siyu understood it from the sidelines.

Jiang Ziwen gave Lingshang the order of the king, and this kind of order is the source of the sudden weakness and pain of Lingshang.

"Jiang Ziwen is currently being detained in Abi Hell, and has been repeatedly tortured and tortured in 18 layers of hell..."

Gong Siyu hugged his arms deeply and suddenly said something like this.

"So, Shanger is like this, is it related to Jiang Ziwen?"

"Yeah." Wutian ancestor said Shen Ying, standing unfathomably with his hand, standing beside Gong Siyu, "Yan Wang's seal is a kind of imprint unique to the underworld, which is equivalent to the formation between you and us. The coexistence curse, symbiosis, and death, the pain they have suffered can also be sensed by each other... Jiang Ziwen is now suffering from punishment in Abi Hell, through the imprint, Lingshang feels... This is no wonder Lingshang will That's it."

For a while, the whole room was silent.

Qing Yaoji's flawless face was cold, and she hugged Lingshang, without saying a word, her little son was suddenly...she seemed to be angry.

After a while, they planned to let Lingshang lie on the soft couch to rest, so the four of them quietly walked out the door.

After confirming that the door was closed, everyone went out.

His face was pale and scary, and the frail Lingshang slowly opened his godless deep purple eyes.

He heard all the conversations between his mother and concubines just now.

Jiang Ziwen is...branded on him?

The same brand as the sister and brother-in-law symbiosis contract?

But what does it mean that Jiang Ziwen was detained in Abi Hell and tortured? What's up with him?

He wanted to sit up, but he didn't have any strength, and the tearing pain in his heart swept back almost every few seconds. This feeling almost made him feel extremely painful.

Can he feel the pain Jiang Ziwen suffered?

After Mo Yue rested for more than an hour, Lingshang was lethargic and awoke several times, all awakened by pain.

In the end, gritted his teeth and buckled the buttons. That one was almost exactly the same as Lingyu, but more three-dimensional. The heroic and handsome face was soaked in stubbornness and incomprehension. He took a deep breath, supported by will, step by step, and walked out of the house. .

"Mother concubine, I'm fine...I'll go back to my yard."

Before Qing Yaoji and the others could speak, Lingshang's expressionless and pale face blocked their mouths first.

Returning to the courtyard alone, Lingshang leaned on the wall and slowly sat on the ground, panting heavily, looking like he was about to faint, he picked up the Sanjie mobile phone and immediately dialed a person.

Oh Mo, my sorrow, touch your head, mom is here.

(End of this chapter)