Rescuing the Supporting Character

Wensuo Yue walked very peacefully, and there was no such thing as ignorance and death.

Mo Xie complied with her wish and buried her and the ash jar of Minqing on the highest mountain in Houshan.

Wen Suoyue wants to see with his own eyes the father who brought them bad luck, how to step by step under the guidance of his own daughter to perish.

This is her original words. With the return of Mo Xie, there is a personal letter from Wensuo.

There is no extra word of thanks in the letter, only one sentence.

"Sister, remember that when you were eleven years old, did you promise me the red dates and longan porridge?"

Wen Ruan blinked, a drop of water on the white letterhead, she slowly folded the letter paper, until the line of sight recovered from the blur, only slowly and firmly said: "Notify Yan Renqing, I am going to the government Visit him."

Wen Ru is just an outside room that is not allowed to be on the table. It is absolutely impossible to step into the family without the consent of Yan Renqing.

She did not say why she did this, and Mo Xie did not ask. The death of Wensuoyue casts an indelible shadow on his pride. What the lady gave him, he did not do it. This is a shame for being a bodyguard.

Even if Wensuoyue is self-sufficient, it cannot change this fact.

Wen Ru was greeted by worship, and Yan Renqing swept the couch and they were very happy in the backyard of the beautiful generals. At that time, there were many servants who could see the intimacy of the two.

At night, Miss Wen Jiaji stayed in the General's House, and the general's door was opened until the second day of the second day.

Some people laughed and said that if the general did not succumb to the home early, such a love affair was mistaken for the early dynasty, and a rod responsibilities must be inevitable.

Even though there are people who are trying to cover up, but all kinds of rumors have been passed through the mouth of the good deeds, the holy singer was furious with this dragon face, and immediately ordered him to be put into the palace, and beaten the generals fifty boards.

The general was not ashamed. After he went out of the palace, he went all the way to the soft pad on the face. He was carried to the other house outside the city.

In less than half a day, there was a quick horse carrying the official marriage book of the generals to the Wen family.

As for the case of Yan Renqing who is ill at home, why would he be guilty of a woman for a woman, and the world does not care. For them, those dry political struggles are not as attractive as a sultry passionate love story.

Once this section of the dew's marriage, the marriage of legal love has been transformed from a pair of media-free adulterers, becoming a peerless love story that challenges the world.

The super-diamond Wang Laowu, who is famous in Beijing, was actually taken down by a stupid lady of Wen’s family. She did not know how many girls’ silver teeth were bitten, and the expectation was broken. The men are more pragmatic, and they are all speculating about what kind of national beauty is beautiful and beautiful, and it will lead to a kind of eagerness.

The legendary warmth, together with the warmth behind it, was pushed to the forefront.

At this time, the initiators of the singer were under the supervision of the warmth, and they hated to write a book on their soft couch.

Yan Renqing frowned and glanced at Mo Zhen, who was standing next to the couch, sighing and turning his head to the warmth of his "deep love" that was completely unmoved for him. "You really don't think about it?" I suddenly felt that the two of us were quite good, one insidious, one blackmail, and it was not unacceptable to do so.

When Wen was blind, he did not hesitate to smoke the scabbard on the hands of Mo Xie, and he shot him a serious buttock.

Yan Renqing took a breath of cold air and quickly stopped calling: "Enough! The twisted melon is not sweet. After the Wen family's work is finished, you will go with whom you love, I will not interfere!"

The warm wedding is scheduled to be one month later. This time, it is no longer the same as the original, and a carriage can be sent freely. Everyone seems to have lost their memory. It’s not like Wen’s father. Was given to the general.

All the specifications, in addition to the rush of time, are strictly in accordance with the ritual system, Wen Hou and the elders of the family, will receive a wedding ceremony to pay homage and tea at the wedding banquet.

Wen Ru is covered with a red hijab, sitting quietly on the eight-seat sedan.

The ear was a noisy music, but she remembered Wensuo Yue.

That year, Qing Qing was admitted to the government for one year. At the age of eleven, Wensuo Yue had a helper, and she often came to her yard to recover the jewelry that had been taken away these years.

But every time, it was miserable by Wensuo.

Later, I was really unable to see it, and I wanted to pull out Miss Nine riding on my master. He had just touched the warm arm and was suddenly kicked out by Moxie.

The final result was as horrible as ever. The little ten sisters who came to play the game with the guards were scattered, holding the singer who was beaten by Mo Xie, and crying incomparably.

How deep is Wensuo’s crying, Wen has already seen it at the age of eight, and in addition to giving her something to eat, the two murderers can’t think of any other good way.

Wen Ruzhen still remembers that at that time, Xiaotoutou named her sweet food, which was red dates and longan porridge.

The sedan chair stopped and someone picked up the curtain and took her out of the car.

Wen Ruo throws away the apple in his hand and smoothly takes out the car door. The red apple's bones roll to the ground, and some people are smashing up. They seem to want to put it back in her hands, but they change after seeing some deep nail prints. The idea.

I can't see the front, and only the bright red head is bright and the square under the feet.

Twenty-year-old Wen Ru is not pretending to be innocent, and Wensuo, who loves sweets, is stupidly believed to be true, and actively helps her sister to smash the red dates and longan porridge.

"One heaven and earth -"

If Wen is a good man, he seems to have a burning gaze on his back.

"Two worship high church -"

Wen Hou was eager to sit in the main position, enjoying the daughter-in-law’s bowing visit.

"The husband and wife are worshipping -"

Wen Ruo closed his eyes, remembering that the eleven-year-old Wensuo month carefully picked up a spoonful of sugar and handed it to her hands. The round big eyes were full of reconciliation trust.

Sister, sprinkle this in, even if we do it together.

The room was filled with candlelight nights, and it was quietly sitting on the edge of the bed. The room was empty, and only the red dragon and phoenix candles burned enthusiastically.

Wen waited quietly, and the atmosphere in the front yard had reached a high level. The sigh of sorrow and sorrow could be heard in the house.

"嘎吱" slammed the door, and after a moment, a strange snoring whispered in her ear: "Wen Hou is waiting for Miss Nine in the next room."

Wen is a smile, Wen Hou is so quick and quick, how can he be willing to give up the forces of the generals.

She got up and uncovered the hijab and quietly followed the coming person to leave the new house.

The only room next door was Wen Hou, who sat lovingly at the table and extended a hand to her.

As if he was holding his hand softly, he screamed shyly and shyly: "Hey."

"It’s already a big girl. I can’t be spoiled in my arms anymore. Are you quirky?” Wen Hou looked at his daughter with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, the most unexpected thing is her. If she can control Yan Renqing through her, this child's help to her own career is no less than her daughter, Wen Baoyi.

Only petting, without the support of her family, it is impossible for her to sit in the position of the general's wife for a long time. Wen is in need of him, just as he needs to be as warm as he is, Wen Hou firmly believes this.

Wen Ruo slowly shook his head, picked up the cup on the table, poured a cup of tea, and raised his glass to look at his eyes with only an innocent innocence: "Hey is always jealous."

"You can think so best," Wen Hou took the cup in her hand and put it back on the table, teaching her solemnly. "If you can keep looking at you, you will surely keep you alive."

Wen Ruo is a low-key, shallow smile: "Can the generals only like me alone?"

"Of course," Wen Hou laughed. The daughter's mind was so narrow, but it was so good. He said proudly. "If he dares to take it, he will make people discount his legs!"

Wen is a chuckle, like a silver bell, she shook her father's hand: "If the general will come back to see me, I will be anxious. I should go back."

Wen Hou slightly frowns, Xiao Jiu too cares about Yan Renqing is not a good thing, he indulged for a moment, said: "After two days I will arrange a guard to follow you, I will let him tell me something."

"Good." Wen Ruo blinked and did not refuse to put him in his side.

Looking at the daughter and disappearing at the door, Wen Hou then let go of his heart, subconsciously took the cup and took a sip of tea. Before he arrived, all the items in the room had been checked by a special person, including the heat on the table. tea.

Wen Hou does not think that there is anything that can escape the detection of his subordinates.

His killing is too heavy, and everything is done with care.

The usual warmth is definitely not eating anything outside, but he is in a good mood today, drink the water in the cup, and then leave the cup quietly, just like no one has ever appeared in the new house next door. same.

Going back to the room, Wen Ruo took off the complicated jewelry without stopping: "Mo evil."

The silence of the hidden guard appeared in the room, the dark eyes were deep, and her head was not lifted. She took off her red dress. "What about my clothes? Give me a set."

Mo Mo silently handed over a baggage, which he had already prepared. Miss's order, he never dared not listen, but now, he does not want to speak more.

She said that she would marry her, but she married Ma Renqing. This time she is really married to the three media.

Mo is very sad, just because he did not complete the task of protecting Miss Ten, can she speak without saying anything?

He bowed his teeth and didn't make a sound. Just waiting for the young lady to let him go, he turned and left, never bothering the caves of the two of them.

Mo Xie, who had red eyes, did not wait for the warmth of the opening, but she was hugged by the change of clothes: "Come on, Moxie, we have to flee."

"Ah?" Moxie was stupid.

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