My Little Mom is the Richest

"You...I..." At a loss, he looked at Feng Xueting with a serious face. He could have fooled him with a joke, but why is there pain in those dark and clear eyes? He was originally a cheerful and simple person. Even in this crisis-ridden and treacherous palace, he refused to violate his own will. He always moved with his heart and walked at will. He has never seen him tolerate it so much, because he is afraid. Your own refusal, right? After spending so many years together, it's not that I don't know his thoughts, but the reality of the palace is sinister. Moreover, the two people's life experience can be described as the difference between the two people. I'm sorry, not only for the gulf that cannot be bridged between the two, but also for Ruoshui's blessings, and for the disaster he brought Ruoshui, Gu Liubo can only take her first in his entire life...

The **** crowed, the dark blue sky was slightly bright, and the long night was about to end. In the stagnant atmosphere, the dejected fox sometimes scratched the door and howled, sometimes carefully looking at the deadlocked man and woman in front of him, turning their eyes around a few times. These two people, one is full of passion and hope, the other is speechless for hundreds of thousands of turns. At this moment, there is a strange silence in the air. I don't know if it is because of this strange silence, there is an ambiguous sound in the house. Suddenly becoming bigger and bigger, people can no longer ignore it.

The morning sun is rising, and the dawn of the morning is spreading across the world. The eyes of the two people followed the orange light on the two people's blushing cheeks, and landed on the tightly connected hands. Then they heard the moans one after another in their ears, their hands suddenly relaxed, and they retracted like a fire. .

"I...I...there is nothing wrong here, the slave servant should go back to life, and the slave servant retire!" Gu Liubo lowered his head and did not dare to look at Feng Xueting's face. He clasped his hands tightly in front of him and said nothing. Give the other person a chance to speak again, and leave in a hurry after Fuli.

"The slave servant...? Oh!" He sighed helplessly, and Feng Xueting glanced at the bamboo house worriedly. "This night is so long! Forget it! I'm tired too, just do it with you!" He turned his head tiredly and looked at it jokingly. The white fox said: "I'm leaving, I'll leave it to you this little thing, ha ha... Take good care of my third brother, don't let that fox harm you!"

"Squeaking!" Looking at the black back figure that was slowly moving away, the little fox barked his teeth and screamed: What happened to the vixen? Did the vixen mess with you? Why are we foxes discriminated against? Besides, why is she like a fox like that? Is she as beautiful as our fox?

"Squeak...squeak..." After being harassed for most of the night, and finally a little tired, the little fox lay on the ground lazily, with a silent hum: hum! Why do you think Mu Qiu is like this again? How about getting entangled with other women throughout the world? I think you don’t even want to be with my master in this life, right?

The little fox squinted half his eyes at the closed door, and he felt sleepy. He was not wronged. It was the little madman who came to bully and caused him to stay up for most of the night. I planned to wait for Mu Qiu to leave, so I could use that thousand-year-old ink to add color to her while she was asleep. Who made us foxes have a good memory? Regardless of how long you are apart, we have always remembered bit by bit, there is gratitude for gratitude, and revenge for revenge! How do you know that this fox has hooked Mu Qiu and won't let him go, okay! very good! New sorrow and old hatred, let's take a look!