I Shocked the Globe

Chapter 151 Hugging My Little Poor (43)

Nanhuai stood motionless.

The light-eyed pupil stared at the girl.

He suddenly remembered that the first time he met, the other party's voice was soft and vague, and it seemed vaguely shy and cute. He took the initiative to rub him up and hug him, and when he pressed his lips, the small dimple was soft and cute.

At that time, she asked him why he didn't wait for her to raise the red yarn again, the tone was a little disappointed.

He didn't know that it was the red gauze where she handwritten the name.

He just frowned and pushed her away in disgust.

There are many things.

For example, he felt that the cheap gift, he had not considered how she was sent at that time.

At that time he was being surrounded by various princes, and her gifts were actually for him.

Right?

But he just threw them indifferently, like throwing away things that disgusted him.

So really, two widths apart, no more joy.

…

"I don't need an umbrella, just go by yourself." The girl lifted her hand away from him, lowered her head into the rain, and raised her foot to the yard alone.

The teenager almost came forward subconsciously, holding an umbrella over her head, and slowly followed two steps.

Then he stopped and stood staring at her.

He has some weakness in his hand.

The umbrella hung down.

The rain fell on the white and delicate face, the long eyelashes were completely wet, and the eyes were blurred.

The emotion seemed to have been taken away, and there was only a fluttering panic in my heart. The heart seemed to be falling continuously, but sharp and sharp pain came again.

He lowered his eyelashes, the rain lowered his eyelashes, and the kitten was like a cat. He murmured, "My wife."

Wife owner...

She said to leave.

But if it is harmonious, this name really cannot be called at all. Maybe someone will call her like this in the future...

He stayed in place for two seconds, his eyelashes drooping, his heart flustered, he lost his umbrella, and his face paled to catch up.

Mo Cheng was left alone in the garden.

…

The boy stood in front of the door, and just sent clean clothes to the lady. Then she saw the snow-colored clothing corner stepping into the yard. The beautiful young boy had pale face and pale lips.

He seemed cold, his eyelashes flickered, and his voice shook: "What about her?"

The maid didn't hear it clearly, only to see that the little prince was drenched in water, and quickly greeted him with surprise: "His Royal Highness? What's wrong with you..."

The teenager's snow-white clothes were wet, but he seemed to be completely unaware. The light-colored cat's pupils lifted up and swept across the room in a loss. The voice was hoarse and asked, "Where is the wife?"

The maid only felt stunned and quickly replied: "In the east wing."

After answering it, I hadn't had time to ask if I wanted to change clothes. The elegant snow color passed by, and the waiter could only see the wet eyelashes stained by His Royal Highness. In the eyes, it seems like Chen Xing has shattered.

Nanhuai crosses the courtyard.

After seeing the compartment, he panicked a little more and clenched his sleeves with his fingertips.

He stood in the courtyard, standing pale, letting the heavy rain smash his body and leaving him motionless, as if he could not feel the surroundings.

Raindrops rolled down the eyelashes one by one, sliding into the collar along the chin, making people tremble with cold.

He stood blankly for a while, and finally stepped forward slowly.

Slender and white fingertips lightly touched the door of the room. The teenager bowed his head and whispered: "Wife, wife."

He pursed his thin pale lips.

"I know you are angry...I'm angry, I don't force you to understand me, I just want to say something to you..."

His voice went down, his voice blank, like mist.

"The red gauze I put away. It is the most precious thing I have ever seen...Really, I want to thank you for sending it to me. And these days I am close to you, not because I want to pretend love in front of others, yes Because I really..."

He lowered his eyelashes, pitifully.

"I really want to be close to you... you won't let me go to the front yard to find you, and I didn't let you go back to the happy room... but the things in the happy room didn't move, you are very attentive, I put the red yarn on the pillow , Because it’s possible, maybe it’s going to be reconciled.

The teenager lowered his head gently, his white forehead hit the cold door, and the coldness spread all the way to his heart.

"I don't want to leave."

(End of this chapter)