Chapter 77 Ancient beautiful brother-in-law pinched and rubbed at will

But I didn't expect that I had delusions at just that glance.

At this time, Bo Ting didn't know that there was really a person in this world who was like wildfire whenever he saw it. He could burn his bones and ashes. He couldn't regret it. He fell into a barrier full of her. He wanted to live, die, and... he couldn't ask for it.

When Bo Ting saw Huali again, he was still in the same garden. I heard that the clusters of pear blossoms were planted by her own hands. This time is when the flowers bloom, and the garden is filled with the unique fragrance.

Standing among the flowers, she is even more beautiful than the flowers and fragrant than the flowers.

After all, she was born in a business family and did not have the education of a noble girl. The dresses she wore were all complicated and colorful.

She didn't notice the spying in the dark, and the soft horns that were as white as flowers, pinched a blooming wooden pear blossom, and put it on her head, and her raised orchid fingers stroked her temples.

The black and plump black hair was tied up with a high bun between her head, and the two phoenix-headed tassels shone brightly, and the silk flower beads and hairpins were also worn.

This is different from all the noble, simple and elegant women Bo Ting has seen in the past.

When Huali walked out of the yard with the flowers in her arms, Bo Ting had to admit that she was so gorgeous and beautiful, she was really gorgeous.

If her mother said that she was really good-looking, she was conservative. No matter how unfamiliar Bo Ting was, she knew that her eyebrows, eyes, facial features, beautiful figures, and beautiful things.

Brother's wife.He couldn't help it for a moment and called her.

Brother, brother.

It was also at this time that Bo Ting understood what his mother meant to say that she was a duty.

Although she was born with a beautiful appearance, her rippling eyes could see it at a glance. She was probably shocked by his cold voice, and even the flowers held in her hand were scared away. When she was waiting for him to squat to pick it up, she took several steps back.

The long skirt moved a long way with flowers, and Bo Ting reached out to grab it by a stranger.

I don’t bother my brother, this is a flower for my mother’s birthday party, so I’ll pick some more.

Her voice was soft, and every word was clear and melodious. Although she was afraid of him, she was not cowardly.

The flower was grabbed by Bo Ting, and she held it all the way to her embroidered gold skirt. Her shoes were exposed under the heavy gauze. A small pink soft-soled embroidered shoe was a little anxious and wanted to retreat but didn't dare to move.

Bo Ting was distracted and thought about her feet... Is it as big as his hand?

Is it the tender white color of the flowers in your palm that hides where no one can see it?

He really wanted to know.

But she couldn't find it.

He endured it for a while and finally let go of the hem of the skirt. When he stood up, his tall figure covered her whole body. She looked at him with confusion and respect, and called him brother again.

What does this sound look like when calling you husband softer and sweeter?

Bo Ting was as cold and majestic as usual, and said: Since he entered the Marquis' Mansion, his clothes should not be so vulgar.

It was a very plain sentence, but he didn't want her eyes to turn red. He suffocated his breath and turned around and left with his hands behind his back. The wooden pear blossom in his palm was pinched into a ball of flower mud due to excitement.

The devil wanted to hold her in her hand like this flower and pinch her at will.