Chapter 383 (1/2)

Xiao Yanjun gave an order to Nie Hongyang standing aside under the case and walked towards mengyouxuan.

Ao Deng Ge rile received the news of Xiao Yanjun's return to the house and ordered Cha Gan to explore outside the hospital. At this time, Cha Gan saw Xiao Yanjun coming here from a distance and quickly turned back to the yard to report.

When Xiao Yanjun entered mengyouxuan, he heard the sound of weeping in his ears. The sound was more than weeping, with euphemism and choking. If ordinary people listened to it, they would have pity in their hearts.

However, this move of Aodeng gerile was applied to Xiao Yanjun.

She really didn't know what kind of person the prince Yu of the state of Xiao was.

Just like Xiao Yanjun these days, he mistook her for a gentle and virtuous princess. Although he didn't like her before today, he didn't hate her.

But now, the cry not only didn't make him pity, but added a sense of disgust.

Of course, this disgust was all pressed in his heart, and he continued to walk into her boudoir as usual.

All the people in the dream hall were sent out by AO Deng Grzyle. Now he only left a man in the room outside the house, and he saw that Xiao Yan had done a courtesy ceremony, and his face was unyielding and helpless.

Xiao Yanjun patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and Chagan saw it, and then he said, ”let's play a good trick on your highness.”

Xiao Yanjun's eyes suddenly became cold. In those deep, dark eyes, there was a palpitating coldness. The remaining light in the corner of his eyes swept slightly towards Chagan. Chagan was shocked and took a step back: ”my subordinates have spoken more.”

Xiao Yanjun waved and cha Gan stepped aside.

Xiao Yanjun waved his hand in the air and pushed open the door. What he saw was broken porcelain pieces all over the ground. Anyone who saw it would take a breath. He looked as usual, but his locked eyebrows implied unhappiness.

Xiao Yanjun entered the room, closed the door with his backhand and walked towards the inner room.

A hollowed out screen showed the posture of odengerile every other time. She leaned on the couch, her knees bent legs in her hands, her head buried in the embrace, and it was vaguely visible that she would twitch from time to time.

Xiao Yanjun gave a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and the porcelain pieces under his feet broke again because of his trampling, making a sound of ”Zila”, which should rise and fall with the cry of Aodeng gerile.

”Who has been so angry with the gentle princess?” Xiao Yanjun stood beside her and asked.

Ao Deng Ge rile felt a little guilty when she heard the word ”gentle”. When she returned to the house, she was really holding her breath. It happened that Xiao Yanjun was not in the house. She went back to the house without thinking. It was a mess.

I used to live in Mongolian yurts in the past. There are few bottles and cans in them. Even if there are, most of them are silver. How can they not be smashed like this.