Quick Wear: Crazy little ancestor always wants to make the boss cry

Chapter 57 The Prince's Substitute 5
"38, can you tell me when you want to teleport next time, I still have something to do!"

38 looked aggrieved: [Sorry, Xiaoyu, I don’t know. 】

Sang Yu looked at the strange scenery in front of her and thought of her husband who was left in the cold palace and had not yet grown up. She was so angry that her heart ached.

After Sang Yu disappeared, Chu Youning had already noticed it. When he opened his eyes and saw a burst of white light in front of him, he thought he was having a dream.

But when the light disappeared, he looked at Kong Luoluo's arms, and at that moment, all the heartache came to his heart.

"Mother...mother——"

No one responded, only the cold wind blew open the door, blowing loneliness and despair into every inch of the night.

Chu Youning's outstretched hand only caught a burst of nothingness.

In a daze, everything was running desperately and vigorously.

The girl's figure and smile gradually faded away.

Chu Youning stood blankly on the open space, staring at the dark night in front of him without focus.

For some reason, he suddenly felt his heart hurt, as if something had been forgotten by him.

But he didn't know what he had lost, just like he didn't know why he felt so cold on a June night.

Tears fell without warning.

My heart felt like it was going to break.

Until the girl broke into his sight.

"Big brother, why are you crying?"

The girl in red walked up to him and stared at him curiously.

He raised his eyelashes to see her clearly.

The gradually fading red figure suddenly appeared in my memory, and the blank space in my mind seemed to disappear, and everything was strangely stitched together.

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When Sang Yu woke up again, she felt a sudden pain in her waist. Before she could react, she turned her hand subconsciously.

There was a bang, and immediately after, Sang Yu heard an exclamation.

"My lord!"

Sang Yu's vision gradually cleared up.

In front of you is a huge, antique palace, with an aura of luxury everywhere.

Not far away, the man who was knocked down by her elbow was sitting on the ground, looking at her with a livid face.

The man's facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional, his eyebrows are slightly raised and a bit sharp, his thin lips are lightly pinked, and they are pursed in an indifferent arc.

No matter if it's cold or not, that's all.

Sang Yu said that she wanted to go up: ()
38: Its mother tongue is speechless.

Besides Chu Yuan, the housekeeper beside him who was going to help him also stared at Sang Yu viciously.

"Bold, how dare you push the prince!"

Tsk, if he hadn't pinched her waist just now, how could she have pushed him.

Sang Yu, who had adapted to her status, already understood why Chu Yuan pinched her waist just now.

Because she said something.

"Can Xiaoyu serve the prince tonight?"

How could Chu Yuan, who was only playing tricks on the original owner and loyal to the heroine, agree.

Right now, Sang Yu looked at this somewhat embarrassing scene, bit her lips and smiled shyly, "I'm sorry, my lord, Xiaoyu didn't do it on purpose, it's just that you touched Xiaoyu's itchy flesh, and Xiaoyu subconsciously pushed him gently." Give you a moment..."

Chu Yuan, who clearly felt the dull pain in his body:?
She calls this a nudge?
Chu Yuan already knew that her purpose by his side was impure, and now he could take this opportunity to kill her...

But at this moment, the girl suddenly reached out and took his arm.

Her cat-like soft body leaned over and her bright red lips smiled coquettishly: "Your Highness, are you hurt from the fall? Xiaoyu will help you rub it."

Her voice is melodious, soft and lingering, with endless lingering feelings.

And the hands that presumptuously helped him rub his arms were as white and tender as jade, with gentle strength, but they couldn't be ignored.

"My lord, do you like this strength?"

(End of this chapter)