Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The boy, the husband who had worshipped him in the heavens and the earth, the sorrow of the sorrow, had you ever found her?

The answer seems to be very obvious, and they have not seen it for a long time.

Most of the time it was a hasty side. She didn't know how many faces Mu Muer could see. He only knew that he had not returned all night and stayed in the palace more and more time.

Luo Ding took a deep breath and walked into the palace.

The guards routinely salute, and she walked directly toward the palace.

Everything is as usual, without any change.

Instead, she followed her close-knit, purple, and especially nervous, and her entire face was pale and pale.

"Wang Hao, you can count it back." Xiao Zi patted his chest and said: "If you don't come back, the slaves don't know what to do?"

She still likes to call her Wang Hao, even if she is already a Prince, even the candidate of the Prince has not yet decided.

"What are you worried about?" Luo dusted down and pours himself a tea: "Are you afraid of losing me, or are you afraid of blame?"

"Slaves..."

Luo Dust gently licked the tea ceremony: "I will not lose, Prince will not blame."

"Wang Hao Niangni..." Xiao Zi bowed his head: "The Prince still pampered the goddess, though..."

"Pure? Do you really think that I am out of the nine princes? He doesn't know? You really thought that I didn't know him all night. You really thought he..." When it came here, Luo Ding felt a sigh of relief in his throat. It is hard to keep up.

She touched her heart and said the rest in a trembling voice.

"Do you really think he cares?"

Tears swiped across her cheeks, and she couldn’t hold back, covering her hands with her palms, not letting it flow out of her eyes.

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After that day, Luo Dust began to play more often in the garden.

Occasionally, when I was early, I went to his house to eat with Mu Qing.

The first time I left in such a hurry, she was always embarrassed. When she came to the door for the second time, she brought gifts to the two elderly people.

Her relationship with Mu Qing is very simple, that is, a playmate who likes to watch a movie together.

Sometimes they will still guess the ending, Mu Qing rarely guess, and she... basically did not guess.

Most of the plays on this stage are routines.

There are always one or two people who have to die. There must be a little bit of life and death to be more touching.

In this way, her story here is really unremarkable.

Even in the plain, with a vague cheesy.

Mu Qing always brings all kinds of delicious food to her. These delicious things seem to have never been eaten in Jiuwangye.

He said that in addition to watching the drama, he also likes to make snacks.

"It seems that you can really be good!" Luo Dust smiled: "No wonder your family only has a child, you can love you, you really don't need to recruit more people."

Mu Qing shy and scratched his head: "I just do it casually. If you like it, I will do it for you every day."

"Puzzling--" Luo Dian dusted while eating pastries and chuckled: "If you are a woman, there must be a lot of men coming to the door to raise relatives."

He snorted for a long time and whispered: "But I am a man."

"The man is also very good! The future wife must be very happy." After saying this, her heart sank a bit, and the speed of eating cakes became a bit slow.

I don't know why, this is always the case in this world.

Often because of a sentence, the whole thought is taken away, feeling that the brain is blank.

Nervous and flustered, sad and desperate...