Chapter 1612, except that Wushan is not a cloud 163

As soon as he entered the flower field, Chaucer didn't look up again, just silently followed him.

After a few months of change, the flower field became very beautiful and beautiful, so it was quite pleasing to the eye, and the side was just glanced at it, and it was attracted by the sea bracts in the center of the flower field.

He picked up and walked toward the center of the flower field.

At this moment, there are still small snowflakes in the sky. The flowers of the sea otter are not blooming. They are covered with snow, and a piece of silver is wrapped in it. The wind blows and sizzles...

Every sea otter tree is hung with a wind chime... With the cold wind, it sizzles.

I walked over the trees that were full of wind chimes, and turned and walked back.

Chaucer wore a white cloak, looked down at him with his head down, and dared not approach the wind ringtone.

But in the end, I still couldn't avoid the sidelines. He picked up her chin and asked Chaucer to be forced to look up and see her face invisibly, staring at her. To be cold, "Why, why do you want to wind the bell?"

Joe’s eyes were red.

She shook her head. "I... just hang up..."

How dare she say that she has no courage.

At that time, she did have a selfish heart. She thought that Mo Gongzi was just a son. When she heard that Mo Gongzi wanted to plant a jellyfish flower, she couldn’t help but think of the Begonia flower forest that Her Royal Highness took her to see. I don’t know. I didn't want to think too much about him. Finally, I couldn't help but hang up the wind chimes in the Begonia tree. It seems that I can make her world look like a bit of his memory.

However, she did not expect that this piece of flower land was the site of His Royal Highness from the beginning...

Her practice is in the eyes of His Royal Highness Prince. It may be ridiculous and ironic. Maybe Prince Edward will think that she is premeditating...

"Just hang a hang?" 晟 莫 Mo pinched her chin, the strength is even heavier.

Even the tone of speech is chilling.

Chaucer still wants to bow his head, but he still wants to force her to look at himself. Joe blinks red and wants to cry and dare not cry. She hears herself shaking and breathing, "Yes..."

"Then you go to the king to dismantle, do not hinder the eyes of the king." 晟 莫 Mo coldly let her go.

There is no chance at all to give Chaucer the meaning.

And Chaucer didn’t expect that he would be so embarrassed, asking her to take all the wind chimes...

She stared at him, and for a long time she didn't respond.

It’s because those wind chimes are all ones that she personally tied up...

She still remembers the mood of hanging the wind chime at that time, full of misses.

Now the Highness of the Prince wants her to break up all the thoughts in her heart...

Chaucer was so repressed that he wanted to cry, but he was staring at himself coldly in front of him. It was such an aggressive look, just waiting for himself to remove the wind chimes on the crabapple tree.

Joe rubbed his head and let himself go.

She didn't know how to describe the bitterness of the moment at the moment, nowhere to vent, and bitterness.

Is she going to dismantle these wind chimes?

Chaucer walked over and looked up at the wooden wind chime hanging on the branch. She reached out and touched it. It touched it, and it was so pleasant.

Joe’s tears burst into his eyes.

She suddenly vented her breath and couldn’t help but turn and go back.

(End of this chapter)