Chapter 1801 (1/2)

Yan Beicheng's angry eyes were all hidden in the depths of his pupils. With a slight tilt of his slender hand, the tea cup seemed to fall to the ground with a sound of ”bang”. It broke with the sound, and there was no small crack.

Yan Beicheng's bad face drooped in an instant. He was very agitated and waved, ”come on, come in and clean up.”

The bodyguard first looked nervously at the flowers on the street. Seeing that there was no influence, he turned around. The suspicions in his eyes had been replaced by disgust. He said in a low voice: ”prince, it's not suitable to enter at this time. The princess has something to say. She must keep quiet.”

When Yan Beicheng saw the guard's attitude, he wanted to be annoyed, but he glanced at the moshang flower who was still serious about needling. Then he flattened his mouth and nodded reluctantly, ”I don't speak, but you'd better keep your mouth closed.”

When the bodyguard heard the words, he just didn't dare to be angry and didn't care.

Yan Beicheng's eye light sweeps over the broken tea cup pieces on the ground, and the dark color at the bottom of the eye becomes thicker.

After all, it was too impulsive and almost out of control. If found, years of hard work will be wasted.

With this in mind, he simply closed his eyes and forced himself not to look.

It's not hard for Mo Shanghua to do this. In addition, she is very devoted. Therefore, when Liu Zheng comes back, she just takes back the silver needle.

At that time, the poison on Yan Moli's body had been slowly flowing away, and the poison that must happen every day came ahead of time today, and it was more painful than before.

He fell uncontrollably over the bed. His face was in pain, and the veins on his neck were springing up, which showed the pain he was enduring.