100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Jinhuan frowned and walked inside. She was very familiar with this place. After all, she had lived there for a year.

Liu She looked at her with red eyes.

There seemed to be something strange in the silence.

"Huan'er." In the end, he didn't want to say anything, just came over and hugged her gently.

But when he wanted to kiss her, he was gently blocked by Jin Huan, and all the heat from his lips fell on her palm.

"Your Majesty, you have already arranged a marriage for me and Huo Siming. It shouldn't be like this."

Knowing that he was about to get angry, Jinhuan grabbed his wrist.

Standing on tiptoes, he took the initiative to kiss him, pouring all the water from his mouth into his mouth. Emperor Wu's original anger was calmed down, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Jinhuan placed the person on the dragon couch.

Looking at him carefully, he still had a very handsome face, a little more delicate than Huo Jingheng.

The young emperor indeed has extraordinary temperament.

She stood up and walked out. Wan Yancheng was stunned when he saw Jinhuan coming out so quickly. His Majesty had always been with Shen Xiaoniang for a long time before. How come today...

But Shen Xiaoniang doesn't look like she's being favored by Cheng Huan. What's going on?

"Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty, he is asleep. You can go in and serve him."

Wan Yancheng had no intention and did not dare to stop Shen Jinhuan, so he had to let her leave.

Huo Jingheng originally prepared for the worst, but he didn't expect to see her so soon.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward and looked at her carefully, lest she get hurt.

"Did your Majesty give you any trouble?"

"No, Your Majesty just thinks that I am a commoner woman and cannot match you."

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense. I, Huo Jingheng, will only love Jin Huan in this life, and I will only marry you." When he spoke, his eyes fell on Jin Huan seriously and intently.

She smiled and didn't answer.

The glory of the Huo family is all carried by Huo Jingheng. He has no father or mother. Now Jin Huan has the final say in the family.

"The blooms of these crabapples are so beautiful."

Huo Jingheng was admiring flowers with her in the courtyard.

Full of joy but lacking in interest, a pear blossom crushes the begonia. Without the pear blossoms, the scene would not be considered beautiful.

She leaned lazily in Huo Jingheng's arms, very clingy.

There is no one in this courtyard, and the attendants will not come in casually, so there is no harm in being more intimate.

"Why do we only grow crabapples in this courtyard?"

she asked softly.

This question really stopped Huo Jingheng. This was the only song in the other courtyard, so he didn't think much about it.

"Then what does Huan'er like? I'll ask someone to plant it for you."

Jin Huan chuckled lightly, everything has animism, and it would be a sin if all the begonias in the garden lost their life because of her fondness.

"No, Haitang is fine too."

Thanks to a compliment from Jin Huan, the begonias seemed to be much happier one after another.

When the wind blew, a few fluttering petals fell into her arms.

There was a piece of red on the fingertips, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether it was the delicate and beautiful jade nails or the delicate and delicate petals like fire.

"Huan'er, the wife of the great Situ is hosting a banquet. Do we, the hostess of Siming Mansion, want to attend the banquet?"

"I haven't married you yet. This is inconsistent with etiquette."

Jinhuan just doesn't want to go out, trouble.

"I'm going with Huan'er."

Jinhuan didn't want to hear him anymore, so she blocked his mouth.

When the wind blew, it was so beautiful that even a saint could not stand it, and the begonias in the garden became shy.

The ground is covered with red flowers, and it really answers the saying that a tree of pear blossoms weighs down the begonias. There were no pear blossoms before, but now there are.

Her back touched the stone table, and a chill penetrated her bones slightly.

Huo Jingheng gently covered her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Huan'er, don't look at me like this."

"Alang." A soft call burned away someone's sanity.

[Omitted] (To be successful in life, you must have all the fun)

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