Chapter 30 Father, I found my sister

Lin Ruoruo could not hold it back, Luo Ji was so angry that she laughed out loud, the moonlight reflected her smile, just like a crabapple that was just beginning to bloom, beautiful and charming

Luo Ji's ears quickly hit the bright red, and the heat wave rolled on his cheeks. He quickly turned his head and refused to look at her, and said viciously, "What are you laughing at?"

After saying that, he found that there was a tender white hand on his sleeve. He brushed it away hard, but the little hand grabbed it again. He pulled back his sleeve, and her whole warm and soft body fell towards him. He was worried that she would fall, so he didn't dare to hide, but the sound was still cold. What are you doing?

She said softly and warmly, I was wrong, don’t be angry, is it because I’m not good at it?

Luo Ji caught the loophole in her words. Could it be that you are not bad?

Yes, yes, it's not good for me. Lin Ruoruo took the opportunity to get into his arms, rubbed his white fingers on his clothes, rested his head on his chest, closed his eyes, and covered all the emotions in his eyes

No matter how well it is concealed, it is a lie to others, but she knows it herself. She has not forgotten Cheng Jintu

She still loves him, just like fate

But this did not prevent her from complaining about him or getting angry with him. She even thought maliciously, how did Cheng Jintu feel when she saw her today?

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Cheng Jintu returned to the Wei Palace with injuries and got Lu Qiao's scolding again

How can I get injured when I arrive at the palace? Prince? Lu Qiao took hot water and wanted to treat the wound for him, but he waved his hand to refuse, with a calm face and a terrifying look

You go out, I want to stay alone

When he was the only one left in the room, he felt that the night was so dark and so thick that he wanted to swallow it.

Very good. She was not dead. Not only did she not die, but she also followed Luo Ji. She was so beautiful and could not deceive anyone. She was doing a good life.

Since he found out that Baoyuelou was burned, he was so sad and crying for her, it was ridiculous to think about it. She was clearly living well and following another man, and that man also fabricated his identity for her. What does it mean?

Could it be that he would marry a brothel prostitute with his honor?

He closed his eyes and was silent for a while, but he felt more and more that his seemingly shocking thought was right

Luo Ji will really marry Lin Ruoruo

Otherwise, why bother to erase her past, fabricate her identity, take her to the palace dinner, and take her to the emperor

I will really marry her!

His facial features were twisted and his breathing was rapid. Why?

Why can she marry Luo Ji, live a happy and comfortable life, and jump onto the branches?

Why should he be left alone with pain and suffering?

Why?

He will not let her be satisfied with it!

Because it is the two of them that should be suffering

Green, come in

After bandaging the wound, Cheng Jintu changed into a clean body. Regardless of the late night, Lu Qiao was mixed with Pingxinju where the prince of Wei lived.

The King of Wei has not yet rested. The lights are on in the master bedroom. There are three or three servants whispering around the yard. Seeing Cheng Jintu coming, their faces become less beautiful.

Prince, the prince is in a bad mood. What are you doing? You don’t know? The person who spoke was Ping Xinju’s manager. He had already pointed out that if Cheng Jintu went in at this time, he would inevitably call him.

Cheng Jintu naturally ignored it, brushed away Luqiao's hand and said in a deep voice, "You can wait."

He had long been used to it, and closed the door with the sour and rotten wine shop.

Drunk on the Eight Immortals table, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes lifted his eyelids slightly, and a beam of light shone into the chaotic eyes. He raised his hand to block it. After he got used to it, his eyes were completely opened. Seeing that it was Cheng Jintu, he grabbed the wine pot and smashed it at his forehead. What are you doing? Get out?

Cheng Jintu didn't hide, and let the porcelain pot hit his forehead. He touched the red and swollen part of his forehead, walked calmly to the King of Wei, spread out his left palm that had been tightly clamped. Father, I found my sister.