Chapter 933

Huo buo stares at Huo Yanchen: "small three son, you say."

Hob drank the tea and left the sunspot: "it's your turn, uncle Huang."

"Where am I in the mood to play chess? Please tell me what's going on?" Hob frowned.

But Huo Yanchen just didn't want to pay attention to him. He quietly divided himself into two and played this game alone.

She said back: "Uncle Huang, you and I have misunderstood that the third master has something else to love."

Hearing these words, Huo Yanchen's falling action became a little dull.

Hob opened his eyes wide: "what? Isn't my third son only interested in you so far? How can there be another love? "

"Yes, I thought he liked me very much. It turned out that he was with me just to make me a shield for his beloved." Although she said the cloud is light and the wind is light, her eyes are gradually dim, and even a sip of tea makes her feel a little bitter.

Hob hear brow more and more wrinkly tight: "what you say is true?"

"What do you say?"

"Who is that woman?"

"Wanqing song."

Hearing the words, hob slowly turned his eyes, suddenly stood up again, shocked and said: "what do you say, is that Wanqing song?"

"That? Uncle Huang, do you know that woman? " She felt there was a story.

Huo Bu didn't deny it immediately. Instead, he stared at Huo Yanchen: "do you always like Wan Qingge? Why didn't I find my eyes before? Are you still connected? "

Huo Yanchen also dropped a white son: "if you don't play chess again, you will lose this game."

Hob said seriously, "I don't want you to have anything to do with her, son?"

When she said this, she could see something very complicated in hob's look, which was serious, worried and slightly disappointed. What a complicated feeling it was. Why did hob have such a look? Was it

What happened between them?

Why did she suddenly have a feeling of joy?

Or a little villain. I feel that hob doesn't like Wan Qingge. I feel that someone is on her side, so I feel that there is still hope for everything.

But

"It's the king's business." Huo Yanchen raised his eyes, eyes firm.

She's wilting again.

"Are you serious?" hob asked, frowning

Huo Yanchen replied: "you can rest at ease. I will explain some things to you later."

"When you grow up and your wings harden, I can't control you?" There was a deep pain between hob's eyebrows and eyes.

Huo Yanchen replied: "you think too much. The king wants to make his own decisions about things between men and women."

"You! -"

Hob pointed at him with an angry face.

I don't know why she felt as if she had said something wrong, and tried to cut in: "that... Have something to say?"

Huo Yanchen throws a sharp eye knife to her directly.

But Huo Bu suddenly raised his voice, clapped the table and roared: "little son, is that kind of coquettish and cheap thing worthy of our Yao girl? Is there something wrong with your eyes or your head? "

"She said

The air was quiet for a moment.

Huo Yanchen raised his eyes and looked at hob. He said: "Qingge is very important to me. In this world, in my heart, each of you has different meaning to me. No one can compare with anyone, and no one is better."

He said

The light at the bottom of my eyes darkened again.

He means that in his heart, she and Wan Qingge are not of the same level at all?

"Xiao san'er, you..."

"Stop it!"

"Don't talk about it!" she roared with emotion

If she goes on, she can't help it. She can't help it.

She doesn't want to listen to these words without nourishment, and doesn't want to listen to the protection of Wan Qingge in his mouth.

She was dying of jealousy.

Even more jealous!

I feel that if she continues to listen, she will not stick to her pursuit of him, and will give up carelessly

These words are killing her fighting spirit and hope bit by bit.

Hob turned to look at her and opened his mouth slightly: "Yao girl..."

Huo Yanchen is the head also didn't lift, didn't once see her one eye of say: "emperor uncle don't say, this king also don't want to say more what."

"What the third young master said is how to talk about children's private affairs at this time. After all, it's your family business. I, who have already married an outsider, shouldn't listen. You can talk about it in private." She clenched her fist and pretended to be calm.

Who could know that in her heart, every word he said was like a sharp blade, cutting her heart one by one?

Huo Bumo was silent and sat back to his original place. He left the white son impatiently. Huo Yanchen followed the black son and said, "Uncle Huang, you lost again."

Hob didn't want to pay any attention to him. Instead, he asked her: "Yao Nvwa, I want to ask you why you know that the other party is a fake third son, or are you willing to marry him? What is the reason?"

She slightly raised her eyes. Huo Yanchen's eyes seemed to tilt to this side. Maybe it was her self righteous illusion again, because when she looked again, he was indifferent.

"Yao Nvwa, can you tell me?"

She took a deep breath and said, "yes, of course."

"Ah?" Hob is very surprised: "for this?"

"Well." She certainly nodded.

Hob squinted: "no, Xiao san'er isn't always in the dark. In the future, you'll have to wait. When Xiao san'er comes back and becomes King Chen, isn't it the same for you to marry him again?"

"Not the same." She pulled out a bitter smile: "in the future, when the little third master has cleared the obstacles, how could Princess Chen be me?"

Hob understood, covered his eyes and sighed.

Huo Yanchen slightly side face, cold not Ding added: "you pour is guess very right."

"How can you hurt me so much? Yao girl is a girl Hob already felt that Huo Yanchen had no remedy.

She said with a smile: "it's OK. The third young master has always been like this. He never sticks to the body he doesn't care about. Besides, although I'm a girl, I don't have a glass heart."

"Glass... Glass core?" Hob didn't understand.

"It's just that I'm strong inside," she explained

"No matter how strong you are, you are a girl."

Huo Bu stretched out his hand to pat her on the head and glared at Huo Yanchen angrily: "Xiao san'er, if you really choose that coquettish son, don't bring her to me in the future, I won't give her a good face."

Huo Yanchen drinking tea: "the king will not come to see you."

"You Hob looked at him with gnashing teeth. After holding on for a long time, he said: "dare you! If you want to come, you'll come alone. Don't take her! "

Then he said to her, "you should come often. I will spoil you, Yao Nvwa."

She smiles. Is there any chance to see you again?

"By the way, back to business, Yao Nvwa, is there anything important for you to come to me?" Hob asked.

Now that we're back to business and talking about the subject, she doesn't say much. She puts the things on the table: "I want uncle Huang to do me a favor."

"What is this?" Hob opened the food box and found that it was cold sour plum soup. After smelling it, he said, "the sour plum soup you brought me?"