Once it is found out, I'm afraid that Hua will fall into the prime minister's position, and he won't be safe.

Chu Xiaotian, who is loyal to him, is an insidious and cruel master.

"Worried about the truth?" Flower inclined to sneer at hook lips, "you are worried about this phase, or worry about this relative pay you that hard to escape the emperor's uncle?"

Su Yuetong was stunned. In the view of flower falling, this is her default.

She doesn't care about him at all!

But worry about Chu Yihan!

Chu Yihan is the only one in her heart. How ever did she have his position?

What a mockery!

"Flowers fall..." Su Yuetong sighed helplessly, "can't you think about it for yourself?"

"How can you stop thinking about yourself? Even if you don't think about yourself, it's not your turn to talk about me! " Flower down eyes fierce, a pair of cynical peach eyes suddenly rolled up the storm, bloodthirsty breath as if at any time to Su Yuetong hand.

With a good healing, Su Tong's eyes are still cold, but I hope you don't get up again

She didn't want his hands to be stained with blood again. She wanted him to be free.

"Don't worry, after the prime minister, he won't give Chu Yihan a chance to take advantage of it. He will die awkwardly!" The flower leans down to say this sentence with a smile, the hatred in the eyes, such as the towering waves.

He saw the collapse of his family when he was young, his mother's life and death, his people's humiliation and abuse, and even his own tragic experiences.

This brushstroke account, he will be good with Chu Yi Han liquidation!

Su Yuetong wants to persuade him and loves him even more.

But at the touch of his hateful eyes, he shrank.

She had never experienced the despair and resentment of Hua Qingluo's family's collapse. She had no way to persuade him to give up. His hatred was a scar he could not touch.

Su Yuetong felt guilty, looked at him more, then turned and left.

Now, maybe he can't listen to what she said.

She only hopes that he can heal well and make himself feel better!

Flower fell standing in place, watching Su Yuetong quietly leave, she no longer with him nonsense, no longer persuade him to be kind.

But his heart was more impetuous, and the bottle in his hand was thrown out.

A purple figure across, accurately catch the medicine bottle, flower fell lightning like hand, instantly caught the man's neck.

After waiting to see her face clearly, the flower leans down and frowns slightly, "it's you."

Dust frost was choked by him again, and his heart beat hard.

It's not the first time that Hua Qingluo wants to kill her, but every time she experiences it, her heart will be more painful.

Hua Qingluo didn't really want to kill her this time, but she couldn't control her hand. After seeing her, I didn't know why I couldn't help being upset and threw her away! Don't stand in front of me

Otherwise, next time he comes, he won't promise not to kill her!

The dust frost hand tightly grasps the medicine bottle, she passes to the flower to pour in front of, the voice is cold, "this medicine, you stay."

"Roll with me, I don't need it!" The flower falls, the facial expression turns cold, treats except Su Yuetong's person, even the mood disdains to have.

"This medicine was carefully prepared by her, and it also has the fragrance of flowers you like." When chenshuang talks, he has never found that there is a trace of humble in his words, which is only humble to him.