Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant’s Pampered Demon Empress

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"Okay, okay, I don't bother you anymore, you just live here, don't go anywhere, okay?" Han Moze roared.

Liu Rushuang gave a cold snort and entered the house.

Young children should not move!

She has to wait for Qinger's injury to heal before she can leave here!

Qing'er, you have to wake up quickly!

Han Moze sighed secretly, booked room number two, and lived next door with Liu Rushuang.

Shuang'er, I can't break up with you!

I love you!

During the meal, Han Moze walked to the door of Room One and said, "Shuang'er, can I come in and have a meal with you? Trust me, I won't let you and Qing'er suffer any more harm. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

Shuang'er, when will you get back to me?

Liu Rushuang opened the door, looked directly at Han Moze, and said coldly: "You don't have to apologize, you are not wrong, but I am too weak and you threatened to stay in the palace for so long. Now I want to understand, I shouldn't With someone like you with three wives and four concubines, hehe, I was determined not to marry you at the beginning, but in the end I still lost to myself. I was really useless."

Liu Rushuang's red eyes were cold: "Go away! I won't be played with by you again!"

"Pop!" Liu Rushuang said, closing the door severely.

Han Moze stared at the door in front of him stiffly, and closed it tightly. When can this door be opened for him?

His heart hurts!

Heart abuse!

Han Moze knew that Liu Rushuang was in a bad mood, so he didn't bother too much. He only said, "Shuang'er, I will wait for the day you forgive me!"

At night, Han Moze took out his flute and played.

I hope the sound of the flute can make you feel better.

The sound of the flute is fresh and elegant, and the melody is soothing and beautiful, just like a stream of water. It is refreshing, not intoxicating...

Han Moze's flute sound is a must.

The flute sound is melodious, crisp and soft, and coexistence of euphemism and clarity.

It's like a natural, pleasant heart!

But Liu Rushuang next door darkened as he listened.

That tyrant thought she would go back with him if she played the flute?

no way!

But seeing Qing'er's frowning brows loosened a little, she didn't go to the next room to clean up the cold ink.

Han Moze survived because of Qinger.

The mellow flute sound affected the afterglow of the setting sun, as if thousands of petals fell in the sky, embellishing the solemn picture into a dreamy mood.

Liu Rushuang's face slowly cleared, and the sound of the flute was really nice.

Why does that tyrant know everything?

After a long time, the sound of the flute stopped, and a sentence came from the next room with inner breath: "Shuang'er, rest early, I love you."

Then there was no sound.

Liu Rushuang's heart throbbed inexplicably when she heard the sentence I love you.

Then took a hard breath, she must not like that tyrant!

Two days later, Qing'er woke up palely, and said weakly, "Miss..."

Liu Rushuang was shocked, and immediately left the chair and walked to Qing'er's side, smiling happily: "Qing'er, you finally woke up!"

Qing'er felt the sharp pain behind her and tried to move her legs, but found that she couldn't move, so she couldn't help crying: "Miss, is Qing'er disabled? Woo..."

Liu Rushuang wiped Qing'er's tears and said softly: "Qing'er, it's just that there is something wrong with the right leg. Don't worry, Miss, I will do everything possible to cure you."

Qing'er barely curled the corners of her lips and smiled and said, "Miss, Qing'er is very satisfied if she is still alive."

"Silly girl!" Liu Rushuang touched Qing'er's hair, crying and laughing.

Qing'er smiled slightly and said, "Miss, it's so happy that Qing'er is still alive! Qing'er can still see Miss again and see a lot of fun things."

Liu Rushuang smiled and said, "Lady will agree to where you want to go in the future, but you must pay attention to safety."

Qing'er smiled happily, and the most important thing was to be strong.

Liu Rushuang felt warm in his heart and stroked Qing'er's hair tenderly.

Qinger, so cute.