Men love Bai Lian. Analyze the reasons. Would a man want to find a woman who takes care of him, or a girlfriend who likes to step on him and act wild?

Men and women are reversed: This man is well-meaning, but he is mean-mouthed. He tries to kill you in front of others every day and wishes he could trample you in the mud all the time.

Another man is selfish, but he always smiles and praises you when we meet him. He always praises you for everything you do. Who would you like to talk to more?

This kind of understanding cannot be understood by people who do not have the best relatives.

Because we don’t pursue truth, we just want to pursue some purity of ears!

Jiu Fujin noticed the slightly raised corners of Yi Fei's mouth, the joy flashing in the corners of her eyes, and the honey juice from the peach she pinched with her fingertips.

A palace maid hurriedly walked in and knelt down about four steps away from San Fujin: "Master, my dear brother Hongqing was eating meat Yuanxiao in front and choked his throat. Please please..."

San Fujin's face was confused, and he looked at the palace maid as if she didn't understand.

The palace maid reminded her very calmly: "My mistress..."

There was absolutely no expression on her face.

Yuan Wense couldn't tell what the palace maid was thinking, even though she had subconsciously opened the Eye of Truth just now.

It was an urgent and immediate reaction to the impending danger.

San Fujin clutched his chest with one hand, and the blood on his face was like a color photo fading into black and white, and his entire face became pale and white.

She stood up and shook her body. There was no need for the person to say anything. The instinct of connecting mother and child made her seem to sense something in advance.

San Fujin's mouth opened wider and wider, as if he could keep opening it without end, so exaggerated that he seemed to be deformed, and he let out a miserable howl from the depths of his soul: "Hongqing~~

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San Fujin ran out after crossing the short floor. She stepped on the bottom of the flowerpot and fell face-first. Before anyone could help her, she got up. Blood was coming from her nose and mouth.

The desperate and ferocious face: "My son..."

Appearance and appearance were no longer her concern at this time, and she couldn't even devote any attention to others.

She stumbled and ran out, as if her soul was flying with her.

This kind of huge and real pain has the most profound appeal of human nature. Yuan Wense clutched her chest in discomfort, feeling that her heart was in agony.

Now she just wants to go back and hold the baby Fugua to relieve some of the pain and uneasiness in her heart.

Before others could react, Si Fujin had never been so fast. She had always been steady and slow, but at this moment, she seemed to have unleashed her huge potential in life. She stood up, supported the palace maid and followed San Fujin quickly.

And go.

"Don't let anything happen to you. Bodhisattva will bless you. Don't let anything happen to you!"

Jiu Fujin was muttering to the side, his eyes slowly losing focus.

She seemed to be trapped in a human world again, sitting there with her eyes dull, like a wooden person.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to her expression at this time. Everyone was uncomfortable with Sanfujin's expression just now.

Ba Fujin asked the kneeling palace maid, and asked eagerly: "What happened? Nephew Hongqing is fine. Is it true? He is fine. Where is he following his brothers? I must have a solution. I must have found the imperial doctor."
Chapter completed!