Lively and fragrant

After all, Ning Peishan lied in front of his father, she liked Brother Xuan anyway.

When Ning Peishan and An Yichen came out, Ning Peishan was a little depressed.

Just rubbed her head, "It will be fine."

As the days passed day by day, everyone's feelings changed bit by bit. Ning Zhiyuan spent less and less time counting every morning. There were three more days before the auspicious day he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Unlike the clear skies of the past, there was a big storm on Mowang Ridge today.

Everyone said that the rain was good, Mowangling must be cool and comfortable for a few days after the rain, Xia Chan was lucky to get married in such good weather.

But at night, Fulin knocked on Xia Chan's door, "Miss Xia Chan, the master wants you to go to the Buddhist hall..."

Fulin's tone was not very clear, Xia Chan knew that something must be wrong, she followed Fulin all the way to the Buddhist hall quietly, Fulin did not ask her to wait for Master Ning in the Buddhist hall, but directly let her Go into the dark room.

Xia Chan went into the secret room but found Le Yan who was tied up in the corner. She was blindfolded and struggling silently.

"Never mind, she has no sense of smell or hearing now." Ning Haotian said lightly.

"Why did you bring her here?"

"She has no taste... There is no smell at all..." Ning Haotian lowered his head, feeling a pity...

Xia Chan was surprised, "This is impossible..." Leyan's body fragrance was obviously the biggest golden finger given to her by the screenwriter, why did it disappear?

"She probably won't be able to communicate with flowers and trees now...it's not very useful anymore."

Xia Chan didn't understand how the heroine's golden finger disappeared!

"A person who can communicate with flowers and trees... To put it mildly, there must be love in her heart, but now she is full of resentment, and her body odor will naturally disappear. When her resentment disappears, her body fragrance will probably return." Ning Hao What Tian said was plain, which surprised Xia Chan even more.

"Don't you think it's a pity?" Xia Chan couldn't understand how Ning Haotian, who loved her so much because of Xiang Xueyin's fragrance, could face the disappearance of his beloved fragrance so calmly.

Ning Haotian laughed at himself, "I've never smelled the fragrance of Xueyin properly, the more I can't get it, the more I want it... Now I smell this smell every day, and suddenly feel that there is nothing worth my persistence for so many years of……"

Ning Haotian took out an exquisite small bottle from his arms and handed it to her, "Come and smell it."

Xia Chan sniffed it lightly, and it was indeed very fragrant, a special fragrance, but Xia Chan didn't think it was so fascinating. In her opinion, it was just a bottle of relatively expensive perfume, "I don't know much about it. ...it doesn't feel like much..."

Ning Haotian took back the bottle and sighed softly, "It's obviously the same smell, why doesn't it have the same feeling as before, that kind of fragrance that makes people intoxicated when they smell it."

Xia Chan is suddenly shocked, the heroine is no longer in love with the hero, the plot has changed, will the heroine's golden finger disappear... Xia Chan doesn't attach much to the plot, but this feeling of being out of control really makes people shudder .

"I used Wangyouxiang on Leyan, but it didn't work, so I asked you to solve it."

"Does she know who captured her?" Xia Chan glanced at Le Yan in the corner, and couldn't bear it.

"I don't know, those two wives are not locals. After taking care of Le Yan, I will send them back to their hometown."

Xia Chan nodded, "A letter of divorce, send it home."

Xia Chan was a little uneasy after solving Le Yan's matter, but thinking about the day after tomorrow, she and Ning Zhiyuan will get married, and everything will be settled after the day after tomorrow...

The wedding between her and Ning Zhiyuan must go smoothly!Xia Chan secretly made up her mind that no one can stop her, she is finally alone, and no one can ruin her happiness.

God should kill gods and Buddhas to block and kill Buddhas!

The author has something to say: the more I write, the less passion I get, and I finally posted it on the Internet after being outside for a long time, so I decided to be more violent. !Wear that and wait for the net to post again, it’s too cold, soy milk in hand! ! ! !