Chapter 847

Nangong Shao Jue got up and hugged her now round waist. Looking at her small appearance, she couldn't help laughing and said softly, "what's the matter? Now I don't want to admit it! "

Then she put the embroidered round velvet pillow on one side under Sue's only waist.

Then he got up, took off his coat, lay on Sue's only side, covered her with a thin quilt and covered her abdomen with his big palm.

Su Weiyi raised his eyes and looked at Nangong shaojue and said in a low voice: "husband! I don't seem to remember much about my childhood! " She tried hard to recall, only knew that she and shaojue had known each other since childhood, what happened to them, a very vague shadow, now really can't remember.

Nangong shaojue didn't care much. He stroked her abdomen and said softly, "after all, it was more than 20 years ago. It's normal not to remember!" He joked with Su Wei: "anyway, you used to rely on me, and you can't get rid of me!"

Words fall, Su only one raises Mou to mumble mouth to stare South Temple little to decide, dissatisfaction way: "who depends on you! I'm not bad at you. You must be the one who depends on me. Hum

Nangong shaojue's heart softened into a pool of water. He gave her a shallow kiss on her forehead and said with a soft smile: "OK! I'm on your back. All right! Go to sleep

Su only rubbed in his warm arms, slightly sideways, and put his hand around Nangong shaojue's neck.

Mumbling, she closed her eyes slowly, but she was upset and couldn't sleep. After a long pause, Su only said slowly: "husband! Are you afraid at the bottom of your heart? "

She knew that she shouldn't ask like this. She didn't notice Nangong shaojue's panic or fear from the beginning to the end, but she was calm and indifferent.

Nangong shaojue put his big palm around her back, looked down at her head, raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not your solid support! If I'm afraid of something, what are you going to do? I want to protect you! Even if it's a tiger's den, I won't have the slightest fear! "

The words fall, Su only one can't help but suddenly a Zheng, lift Mou to look at South Temple little to resolve that pair of firm vision, the heart seems to be what mercilessly is striking the same.

Can't help but open mouth to call a way: "husband!"

Nangong Shao Jue stretched out his hand and held her soft cheek in his big palm. Looking at the face close at hand, he said in a soft voice, "it's going to be OK! wife! Believe me

Su only looked at him in this way. She could not express how much she loved him. Without him, she would not live alone in this world.

He leaned against him like this, and he let out a cry.

"Close your eyes and have a rest!"

“……”

"Yes

In this way, Su Weiyi leaned against Nangong shaojue's arms, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

On the way, the servant brought up their luggage. Two hours before the party, gruss knocked on the door and said solemnly, "young master! The master is back! He wants to see you

But Nangong shaojue waits until Su Weiyi wakes up naturally, combing her hair and wearing clothes.

After finishing, Su Weiyi stands in front of the mirror, his hands subconsciously covering his protruding abdomen, and his face is dignified. Nangong shaojue embraces her from behind. In the luxurious copper European wide mirror, there are two figures of such a perfect match, two faces of the same peerless City, and such a beautiful couple.

Nangong Shao Jue hung his head and gently measured his kiss on Su's only cheek. His eyes were blurred and he said in a low voice: "let's go! wife! Don't worry, I'm here! "

Su Wei one stares at them in the mirror, dun a few seconds, en a.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw four tall men dressed in red British guards.

Looking at Nangong shaojue's serious look, he still bowed his head and called respectfully, "young master!"

Four men with two people toward the destination, they were protected in the middle, more like watching them.

Outside the hall, the carriage drove slowly towards the main castle. Su Weiyi sat on the luxurious palace carriage and looked at the towering castle. Suddenly, he felt strange and familiar.

Almost twenty minutes later, the carriage stopped. Nangong Shao did not let the servant take him. He got off the carriage and took down Su Wei.

Walking towards the pavilion, there are dozens of meters long corridors, colorful medieval church style windows on both sides, beautiful French crystal lamps hanging in rows on the dome, and the surrounding walls are carved with ancient Greek gods, or the exquisite statues of Virgin Mary and Athena.

From the ground to the end, there are precious Persian hand-made carpets, and the whole corridor is shining with luxury.

Along the corridor to the end, I saw gruss standing at the door, dressed as a standard British housekeeper, standing militarily, looking at the people coming seriously.

Gruss just bowed his head politely, then pushed the door open, raised his hand and said respectfully: "young master! Please

Nangong shaojue took a look at the room. The light flashed through the room.

Su only one is more nervous hands continuously clench, lift Mou to see one eye South Temple little decision.

Nangong shaojue just whispered: "let's go!"

Said, embracing Su only to walk toward the study.

When the door was fitted to make a sound, Su Wei Yi couldn't help shaking.

Gruss, who also came in, was striding forward in front of them.

As soon as she stepped into the dark room and looked around, Su felt that she had gone through the middle ages. But in the air, she could feel the strong and oppressive atmosphere.

Step by step, Nangong Shao Jue looked at the figure on the leather chair behind the circular desk. His cold eyes could not hide his anger. In the silent space, he could only hear the recollection of their footsteps.

Suddenly, the distance from the desk is only two steps, and Nangong shaojue's tight eyes look at the back full of strong oppression in front of him.

In the same way, gruss is completely like a cold sculpture, standing on the side of the desk in a militarized standard posture.

Nangong Shao never spoke. He just looked at the figure tightly. Su Weiyi put his hands on his belly and looked at the figure, but he quickly took back his eyes. He didn't know where to look. He was in a nervous panic.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was even more oppressive and breathless.

Su Wei Yi raised his eyes and looked at Nangong shaojue. On his cold face, he gazed straight ahead without any emotion, cold and heartless.