Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

This is Zhou Dunyi's words, and she likes this line very much.

Isn't it the same with dealing with people sometimes?

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Suddenly there was applause behind him.

Mo Xiaohuan turned his eyes away from the lotus in the lake, and looked back at the person who came.

Frowning, he looked away again.

Why is he here again!

Seeing her attitude like this, Yu Beiming was unhappy, "Aifei neglects the lonely king so much, but is he dissatisfied with the lonely king?"

He sat down opposite her and looked her up and down with unscrupulous eyes.

When did Mo Qinghuan become so poetic?

Mo Xiaohuan didn't bother to talk to him, but seeing his rogue behavior, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"

She didn't welcome him in the first place, but he clung to her like a bastard!

"My concubine's words are wrong. You are the concubine of the lonely king, so the lonely king will naturally care about you." Yu Beiming said it well and of course, as if he loved her so much before.

"Lord Ling, how many times have I told you that you have mistaken the person, I am not the person you are looking for." After Mo Xiaohuan finished speaking, she stood up and was about to leave.

Mo Xiao's mood of appreciating Lian has also been destroyed by him.

"Stop." Yu Beiming also seemed to be angry, and stretched out his slender hand to grab her, "Why are you so ignorant, the lonely king is like this, what else do you want?"

This woman's temper is as stubborn as a bull's!

Being held tightly by his big hand, Mo Xiaohuan frowned in pain, "Let me go!" The slender hand tried to break free but it was in vain.

At this time, Yu Beiming realized that Mo Xiaohuan's forehead was raised a little, and it was slightly red, and a hint of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, but he didn't know that it was caused by Lin Muxin.

"What's wrong with your forehead?" Yu Beiming stretched out his hand to caress her forehead, it was very light, but it felt a little numb.

Mo Xiaohuan was amazed at his keen observation ability, and also trembled slightly at the electric current brought to her by his rough hands.

She could never resist his touch.

His hands were magical to her body, so she had to stay away from him.

"It has nothing to do with you, Lord Ling, please let go, you hurt me." Mo Xiaohuan's tone was very aggressive, and he didn't intend to get along with him at all.

Yu Beiming was also really angry because of her tone, "Really? Since the lonely king has hurt the concubine Ai, that's fine." After speaking, he turned her around and pulled her to sit on his lap. Arms wrapped around her tightly.

"You! Let me go! How many times have I told you that I am not Mo Qinghuan!" Mo Xiaohuan was very angry at his still overbearing.

This man is hopeless!

"Mo Qinghuan, do you think you can get rid of the lonely king just by saying no?"

Yu Beiming looked at her coldly, and hugged her tightly, not letting her move.

"If you don't want to lose yourself to the lonely king here, you'd better stop." This sentence has a strong warning meaning.

Sure enough, Mo Xiaohuan stopped, wanted to stand up but couldn't.

"What exactly do you want?" Mo Xiao glared at him angrily, wishing he could burn a hole out of him.

Yu Beiming ignored her anger, and he, who was originally angry, smiled when he saw her like this, "You haven't changed at all, you're still just a hedgehog with thorns."

"Since you know I'm a hedgehog, let me go!" Mo Xiaohuan didn't want to see him as a hypocrite at first.

"Mo Qinghuan, it won't do you any good to provoke the lonely king again and again." Yu Beiming said coldly.

"You provoked me first..." Mo Xiaohuan's voice disappeared from his mouth.

His kiss was domineering and intense, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Slowly, his kiss softened, and finally he made love with her very warmly.

Mo Xiaohuan was bewildered by him unknowingly and indulged in his enthusiasm. His pleasant masculine breath surrounded her, disturbing her mind and making her unable to think.

Yu Beiming's hand slowly moved over her body.

A strong electric current passed through her body, and Mo Xiaohuan, who was intoxicated by it, woke up instantly.

"you!"

Mo Xiaohuan glared at him fiercely, then jumped out of his arms when he was caught off guard, and walked away from him.

"Didn't you enjoy it? It seems that you still miss me very much." Yu Beiming smiled triumphantly, the ambiguity in his eyes was very obvious.

Mo Xiaohuan looked at him and felt that he was the most despicable and shameless person in the world.

"Yu Beiming, Mo Qinghuan is dead, she has been tortured to death by you, she will not come back!"

Mo Xiaohuan's eyes turned red instantly, his cold eyes and indifferent words were about to pierce Yu Beiming through!

Yu Beiming was shocked when he heard her words!

The big hand placed on the stone table clenched into a fist instantly, the knuckles turned white, the black eyes cooled down instantly, and the corners of the lips were tightly pursed.

"... Do you understand, Mo Qinghuan, I will never come back again!"

Mo Xiaohuan didn't look at him any more, turned around and ran away.

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind.

His cruelty, his cruelty, the miscarriage of the child, forcing her to try drugs...all kinds of things.

Her tears finally burst.

Yu Beiming, when you asked me to test poison with Hua Chi, you should have thought of today's result.

Your cruelty has already pushed me into the abyss beyond redemption!

In Mo Xiaohuan's heart, Yu Beiming had already been sentenced to death.

Mo Xiaohuan's heart was sad.

Looking at the slender figure of Mo Xiaohuan leaving, Yu Beiming was furious in his heart.

She admitted that she was Mo Qinghuan.

But she also told him that Mo Qinghuan was dead.

...Yes, Mo Qinghuan...is no longer alive.

Yu Beiming's eyes followed Mo Xiaohuan's back disappearing around the corner and turned his gaze, looking at the lake surface gently blown by the breeze, Bai Lian moved slightly.

Suddenly, there was a gleam of water in his eyes.

His beloved concubine has gone with the death of the son.

It's him……

In an instant, Yu Beiming's heart began to struggle violently again.

Mo Qinghuan is dead, but Mo Xiaohuan is still alive.

Mo Xiaohuan ran forward with all her might, not knowing where she was going.

Tired of running, she stopped and rested against the railing.

At this time, Princess Anning came out from the corner.

Princess Anning never expected to meet her, and she never really looked at Mo Xiaohuan's face seriously.

She didn't know that Mo Xiaohuan was the shopkeeper of 'Xiaoyutang'.

Mo Xiaohuan, who had lowered his head while propping his hands on the railing, heard the sound of walking.

She subconsciously raised her head to look at the person coming.

She was surprised.

And Princess Anning really saw her clearly this time.

Princess Anning looked at her quietly.

"Princess." Mo Xiao happily turned around and bowed her head to respect her.

"Excuse me." Princess Anning looked at her figure suspiciously, feeling that Mr. Mo looked like a woman.

"Yes." Although Mo Xiaohuan stood up straight, her head was still slightly lowered.

"Mr. Mo, you look very much like a friend of mine. But she is a woman." Princess Anning said softly, her eyes were still looking at her.

It really seems like...

In order to avoid being seen through by her, Mo Xiaohuan hurriedly found an excuse, "Princess, I still have something to discuss with the prince, so I will leave."