Chapter 58

I feel a little uneasy as I walk. Farewell, Grandpa and uncle's inquisitive eyes, aunt's meaningful smile, let her feel empty, a little bit of being a thief, being caught on the spot.

She can ignore Wang Yiping's cruel eyes and silent condemnation, but she can't face grandpa and uncle calmly.

If they knew that all this was a trap designed by themselves to deal with Wang Yiping, would they be disappointed with themselves? After all, I'm just a 12-year-old. I'm so evil and dirty in my mind. It's really unacceptable.

But not like this, be destroyed is oneself, oneself dead don't matter, and grandfather and uncle, aunt, still have brothers how to do?

For the sake of family, Ziyou, you can't be soft hearted. "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?" said the Bodhisattva Then let me go to hell.

Ziyou clenches her teeth and steps towards muyingrui's study, becoming more and more firm.

Besides, mu Yingrui enters the study with water sorrow and puts her on the bed where she usually rests in the study,

she sits on the bed with her eyes closed slightly and sandalwood mouth open slightly, panting constantly, her body trembling, weak and helpless as leaves in the wind, a pair of long eyelashes, like a row of fans, projected on the lower eyelids.

Two small tears, like crystal clear crystal, hang on the girl's white face as white as snow and slippery as lipstick.

Because close to you, you can smell the faint, fresh mint smell in the girl's mouth; you can see the fluff on the girl's face.

A pair of snow peaks tightly stretched under the translucent red sari, looming, kept rolling like a pair of fiery balls with the girl's panting.

In the middle of the circle, the little pink pistil is as beautiful and attractive as the opening petals. Its slender and soft waist is like the willow branches in March, swaying all kinds of customs. Even the small lotus feet are quietly enchanting and inviting.

At the first sight of Mu Yingrui, peach blossom's eyes became dark and dark, and she felt that her mouth was dry and her tongue was dry, her breath was short, her blood was boiling all over her body, and she rushed to some place under her body...

Mu Yingrui is not a "little chicken" who is not familiar with the world. He has been through almost everything in the flowers. It's too easy to subdue such a girl as shuiyoulian.

Naturally, he took hold of the water's tender hands and asked softly, "how are you? How can I breathe like this? What can I do to ease your pain? "

Shuiyoulian was born in a family of officials, but now he has been in chuyaoguan for a while. What's the man's mind? Of course, he can see it at a glance, and he also knows how to control his discretion.

At that time, I was shameful and timid to draw my little hand, and I was panting and chanting: "my family... I have... Medicine, please... Make people... Bring it "

As soon as the voice fell, Ziyou came in, took a small porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, and put it into the water's worried mouth.

Then he said to Mu Yingrui sympathetically, "I have asthma, and I can't get cold wind and touch pollen. But she heard that her daughter's rehearsal of singing and dancing was a mid autumn present for the elders. It just needed three people, and her girls didn't know how to dance, so she insisted on participating. I advised her not to participate, because it was windy at night and in the garden; but she would not listen, saying that she had no family, my family, is her family, she had nothing else to give, dancing a dance, can bring laughter for the elders, it should be. "

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