Chapter 820

After that, the woman's calm eyes finally rippled, but she soon recovered to relying on her essence.

Cao Jinling held the palm of the woman's hair in her hand, gently clenched her eyes, narrowed slightly, and flashed a sense of killing in an instant.

Yes, if Wang Yu can't work for them, they must not keep him.

After studying this matter, the woman also restrained her expression. It was clearly the face of the world's rich and noble flowers, but there was no smell of human fireworks at all. She played the pipa expressionless.

A string, a sound is the most intoxicating solitude and absurdity, but it is full of sadness in people's hearts.

Cao Jinling's excited expression gradually eased up, and the sound of Pipa became quiet.

The anger in his eyes completely disappeared, his body leaned towards the woman's arms, his hands tightly wrapped around the woman's waist, and the expression on his face turned into the indifference just now.

"Ling er..."

For a long time, when the pipa sound in the woman's hand was finished, she also made a sound of deep resentment. It was just a simple syllable. It sounded like a full euphemism.

Cao Jinling trembled slightly in the woman's arms, then held her arms tighter in her hands, and her voice was muffled in the woman's arms. It didn't sound real:

"Only Huahua is the best..."

As he spoke, his tone gradually decreased. Finally, he fell asleep and fell into the arms of "Huahua".

The woman, known as Huahua, just put Cao Jinling directly on the bed where she was sitting, holding a lute in her hand, and walked out towards the outer room.

"Master."

I don't know where a figure suddenly flashed out, and then knelt down directly in the direction of flowers.

Huahua is still as cold as ice. Looking at the people in front of her, she doesn't speak, but waits quietly for something.

"The people who provoked in the street have been dealt with now, and no one found that our people did it."

After the report, I found that the man in black was a woman!

The shrill voice was clearly what ordinary girls said in the streets.

Huahua nodded and said, "childe Cao is tired. Help him to the third floor and find a place to rest."

After the arrangement, she also took the pipa in her hand and sat where Cao Jinling had just sat, looking at the pipa intently, as if she didn't want to say anything.

The woman in black who had just listened carefully to Hua Hua's speech changed her expression and walked quickly to the place where Cao Jinling was, but hesitated to make a sound when carrying him through Hua Hua Hua:

"Master, you and childe Cao go on like this..."

However, Huahua seemed to know what the woman in front of her was going to say and interrupted her, "I know what I want to do. You just need to do what you should do."

As soon as this remark came out, even if the woman in black wanted to say something again, she could only SIP her lips, salute Huahua, and carry Cao Jinling away from here.

The room was calm again, and the indifference on Huahua's face finally showed its original shape.

She gently put her lute on the imperial concubine's couch, walked slowly to the window, stretched out her hand to open the medium and small bamboo window and looked quietly at the sky outside.

Winter night can not say how warm, Huahua just opened the window, can not help but shiver by the cold air outside.

When she got used to the temperature, the expression on her face was calm. Compared with the indifference just now, there was a touch of unspeakable breath of life.

The wind blew gently, raised her hair, and also brought the lively voice from downstairs. Huahua closed her eyes and leaned against the window, as if she were in meditation.

Wang Yu's discussion with boss he in the underground mall is nearing the end.

Feiyang city is closest to the center of Wufu mainland, so it has closer contact with the underground mall. Wang Yu entered the underground mall at the beginning of the night and can return to his room before dawn.

"Hehe, what do you think after listening to so much this evening?"

Wang Yujing was lying on the bed in her room. The little soul made a sound in his body, but his tone was more serious without the usual ridicule.

“……”

Wang Yu didn't answer. He just straightened his mouth and stared at the ceiling above the bed. His eyes flashed slightly, as if thinking about something.

The little soul also knew that his mood was particularly complicated at the moment, so he also kept silent and stopped talking.

The sky came slowly in such a quiet environment. No matter what Wang Yu and Xiaohun thought, a new day will come after all.

Last night, what boss he told Wang Yu by candlelight was also very serious.

Although it is said that this Fuwang conference has been hosted by who over the years, and there is no other objection from outsiders, this year is obviously different from usual.