"Yes, young master."

Miyao went to the hall and sat down on the leather sofa.

Feng De followed closely and poured a glass of red wine to Miyao.

Miyao took it, and the black sly stared at the wine in the cup, and the color of the wine shone out of his eyes.

The maid came with a broker.

The agent is a woman in her 30s. She is also used to seeing the beauty of her clothes in the entertainment industry. But at this moment, she was led into the palace, and the whole person was completely shocked and shocked.

The castle is full of brilliance and luxuries. It is like a palace castle in the Western century. It makes people feel small and small.

"Young master, people are here." The maid made a sound.

The broker heard the words and looked forward.

Miyao sat up on the sofa and looked up at her. "Give you two minutes, don't have a nonsense here."

He is not pleasing to the eye when he is a family member.

Wen Yan, the agent can not help but go backwards two steps, looking at the man on the sofa, the light fell on him, so magnificent, cold, high.

That is a strong sense of existence.

With a glance, she felt that she was humbled into the mud.

The maid pushed her, the broker talent returned, and quickly took out a thing from the bag and handed it to the maid. "Mr. Gong, this is the time flute that I want to bring, she said, you should need this now. thing."

The maid is handed over to Miyako.

Gong Ou squinted coldly, is a hard copy of the diary, the hard surface is a blue sky and white clouds.

When a white cloud says three delicate words, it is a small thought.

The diary of Xiao Nian.

Miyau’s hand holding the glass of wine slammed tightly and asked, “The only way”

"Time flute said, this is enough." The agent was in the court of Ou Dao. "Shi Di said that she and Mu Shaoye would never want to have a relationship with the time. I hope that Mr. Gong can see her take the diary. For this part, don't be too hard to be a young master."

""

"The whistle also said that it has always been a time when the little thoughts are entangled in the young master, and has nothing to do with the young master." The agent 撇清慕千初和时小念's recommendation.

"What does he have for the first time, it is worth my woman to entangle"

Gong Ouyin yelled at her, his voice was furious.

Ji Jingren was scared, "I"

"Roll."

Gong Ou spit out a word from the thin lips.

The agent had already learned a lot of words in the flute, heard the words, did not dare to say a word, some feared watching him, and then left under the leadership of the maid.

Miyau put the diary on his lap, slender fingers to turn over, fingertips parked on the white cloud, and stopped at the delicate name.

There is a three-second pause.

He still holds the glass in one hand and sips up and drinks. Feng De promptly adds wine to him.

Alcohol spread out in the stomach and numbed him.

This is the opening of the diary in Gongao, when the handwriting of Xiao Nian’s handwriting is tender and tender.

Her diary is short and concise.

But it is such a short diary that there have been three "thousands of early".

Crazy amusement park is where he found her and Mu Qianchu.

He thought that she suddenly proposed to walk, is in a bad mood, is not willing to face his paternity test results, it was originally for Mu Qianchu.

Miyako’s eyes were faintly sullen, and he had turned over the first page for a long time.

His movements are stiff, as if there is no strength.

Look at her.

The date that Miyao looked at the diary, it should be a time when I was a teenager, so small, I was already talking about it.

Should she be so early?

Pressing the impulse to throw the diary out, continue to see her diary

After reading a few articles in a row, Miyag’s hand holding the glass is getting tighter and tighter.

It’s very special to write a diary when you read it. Every one of the beginnings is sunny today and there is no cloud.

It is a rainy day in the weather column, and the weather is fine at the beginning of the text.

Every article must have a thousand beginnings.

The beginning of the thousand, the beginning of the thousand, the beginning of the thousand.

It’s all the name of the man.

Gong Ou forcibly suppressed his emotions and continued to turn down. His eyes suddenly swept into a diary, and his face was completely gloomy.

Going on, what the diary still wrote on the page, Gongao has not seen it.

"Snapped"

Miyag Ou slaps the diary to the ground, breathing becomes heavy due to hatred, and his face is ugly.

Her wish is actually to hope that the man will always be with her, never leave her

To him, she is always saying to leave, to leave.

He finally understood today that everything is just an excuse.

The man she wants is Mu Qianchu.

After taking a shower, Xiao Nian came out and pressed his left arm.

The palace has a private doctor, re-bandaging her hand and giving her two pills to stop the pain.

When Xiaonian thought resentfully, and then continue, her left arm is afraid to be abolished. Fortunately, she does not have to draw with her left hand, or the work will be abolished together.

The maids listened to the orders of Miyako and washed her three times.

The water in the hot spring was changed and replaced, and she washed off the two layers of skin.

She walked to the hall. Far away, she looked up and saw Gongao sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand and a glass of red wine swaying.

The crystal table lamp on the side hangs down the tassels, and the crystals reflect countless radiances, which makes his face a bit illusory.

Palace Europe.

When Xiao Nian’s heart sank, he didn’t know how he would take her.

When she approached, she discovered that Gong Ou’s face was ugly when she brought her.

He sat there, his body leaning forward slightly, a handsome face full of haze, the blue ribs of the forehead exposed, a pair of eyes on the ground, holding a wine glass in his hand, the more grip it is tighter.

When Xiao Nian looked at him in the sight of him, he saw a hard copy of the diary on the ground.

"How is my diary here?"

She asked in a wrong way.

Her diaries have long since disappeared. After Mu Qianchu’s loss of memory, she wanted to show him the diary and arouse his memory, but she could not find those diaries.

Wen Yan, Gong Ou Meng suddenly appeared to her, a pair of eyes blushing, with bloodthirsty light, "this diary is really yours"

""

When Xiao Nian could not help but step back, he was scared by the light in his eyes.

""

Miyao looked at her, her face was full of anger.

Then he only listened to the sound of "砰", and the wine glass broke in his hand.

When Xiao Nian was shocked and stared at him, he looked at him incredulously. He even shattered the glass.

The wine glass turned into a handful of pieces in his hands, and fell to the floor sparsely. The red wine sprinkled with his slender fingers, which slowly oozing red, which was blood.

He didn't feel the pain, and his eyes looked at her straight, and his eyes became more and more blushing.

""

When Xiao Nian was staring at him, a fear of no origin shrouded her.

Did not think much, when Xiao Nian turned and ran.

"You dare to run, stand for me"

Palace Ohheres snarled and stood up and chased her.

The priest stayed there and stood there, staring at the fragments of the wine glass and the blood of the drops.

After the end, the young master was furious.

When Xiao Nian was afraid to run forward, the Imperial Castle was too big. She wanted to run to the gate, but found that she could not run.

There is no end in the interior of the castle. She keeps moving forward, but she can't see the way out.

"When you miss me, stop for me" Gong Ouyi said, "You run the letter or believe me to tear you apart"

She will be shredded if she doesn't run.

A paranoid personality disorder is burning in anger, she does not run is an idiot.

When Xiao Nian struggled to the elevator door.

Several maids were coming out from inside, and she immediately ran forward, pushing the maid, rushing in, and pressing the number to go upstairs.

When Gong Ou ran over, he slammed the elevator door and closed it. "When you read it, you give it to me."

He ran close, his fist full of blood and red wine slammed on the elevator, but the elevator door did not open.

""

Gong Ou lowered the curse and glared at the number on the elevator.

Every time he chased her, she lost in the elevator.