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Chapter 424 She doesn¡¯t like me

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    After a long time, Xiao Moqing finally let her go.

    "Yunman just uses me as her shield. She doesn't like me and has no intention of marrying me."

    Xiao Moqing's voice was low and hoarse, with a certain sexiness that was heart-warming.

    He briefly explained the conversation with the king and Yunman¡¯s purpose.

    Song Chujiu is a smart woman who can tell everything at once.

    "The king is using me as a threat?" She frowned and looked at Xiao Moqing, "If she uses me to force you to marry Yunman"

    "You care?" Xiao Moqing looked at her for a moment, his eyes as dark as pools, like the night sky full of stars, shining with dazzling light like stars, making it difficult to look away.

    Song Chujiu¡¯s breath was slightly choked. The word ¡°no¡± was stuck in his throat, and he couldn¡¯t say a word.

    " Xiao Moqing knew her well, and knew that if she didn't speak, she would acquiesce.

    Song Chujiu is not a duplicitous woman. When they were in a good relationship, she would speak out if she had any dissatisfaction.

    Until later, after she heard the truth, she stopped showing her true emotions.

    Now, her acquiescence undoubtedly gave him some kind of signal.

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    Xiao Moqing's eyes were like the deepest color in the night sky, "And I really need this week to make arrangements. No matter whether he will fulfill his promise after a week, I will not let him decide."

    Catching a glimpse of the coolness between the man's brows, Song Chujiu whispered: "If I didn't insist on joining in the fun, I wouldn't be like this now."

    "It's none of your business." Instead of showing any dissatisfaction, the man's handsome face revealed a hint of joy.  "As long as you are not angry with me, what does this matter?"

    Song Chujiu¡¯s eyes darkened, ¡°It¡¯s getting late, you have to go out tomorrow, so get some rest early.¡±

    "I'm going to take a shower."

    Song Chujiu nodded.

    The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and Song Chujiu was still sitting on the bed, a little lost in thought.

    Xiao Moqing is a very defensive person. From the map of the palace he obtained, it is enough to see that he is quite vigilant.

    ? tThe state-owned Xiao Moqing¡¯s aunt is here, so under normal circumstances, there will definitely be no safety issues.

    " Xiao Moqing took Song Chujiu on vacation, so naturally he wouldn't bring so many people out.

    He never expected that such an accident would happen.

    And part of this accident came from her.

    Song Chujiu's face looked a little depressed. If she didn't have a sprained foot, Xiao Moqing might not have met Yunman.

    However, what happened has already happened, so there is no if.

    After a while, Xiao Moqing walked out of the bathroom covered in moisture.

    He got on the bed and put his arms around Song Chujiu's waist.

    "Go to sleep."

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    The next day, when Song Chujiu woke up, he found that Xiao Moqing had not left.

    She asked in surprise: "Why haven't you left yet?"

    Xiao Moqing was sitting in the restaurant, holding a newspaper from country T and reading it.

    Seeing Song Chujiu, he put down the newspaper.

    "Well, I'll have breakfast with you."

    The corners of Song Chujiu¡¯s lips raised unconsciously.

    "Won't Princess Yunman be angry?"

    Xiao Mo said calmly: "Whether she is angry or not has nothing to do with me." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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