Chapter 2311 The princess's heart and soul commander (end)

Li Mo opened her eyes and saw her beautiful back outside the bed.

Bai Weiwei let people come in and wait.

After washing, a long hair fell, and a son-in-law just wanted to comb her hair.

One hand took the silence and took the comb.

The young boy who just got up, the delicate eyes with a few misty water mist, long hair casually scattered.

He reached out and made a silent order.

Everyone bowed and then left silently.

And Bai Weiwei is still sleepy and blind, Li Mo is really entangled, sleep is not stable.

Suddenly fingers crossed her hair and made her scalp numb.

She looked up and saw the bronze mirror.

Behind him was the slender teenager, who coveted her hair carefully.

A trace of the comb, with the best strength, combed her scattered hair and smoothed it.

Li Mo whispered softly and said: "A comb, may the princess be 100 years old."

Her eyelashes trembled and the light shone with some kind of shimmering light.

Li Mo smiled even deeper and bowed his head and continued to comb. "Two combs, I hope the princess has only one person."

He said these words, not to be embarrassed.

Even the strength of the hair, did not pay a point.

He said: "Three combs, may the people in the princess's heart be..."

Bai Weiwei gently rubbed his head, staring at him sideways, then licking his lips.

"is it you?"

Li Mo’s finger was a little bit boring in her eyes, and there was no sorrow for being offended.

His voice trembled. "Is this honored?"

Bai Weiwei turned back and held his hands on his lower jaw. He lazily replied: "When you wait for it, comb your hair."

Li Mo stayed in her for a while, suddenly bowed her head and smiled, and her eyes were full of ecstasy.

He put down the comb and reached out and hugged her from behind.

Warm and hot embrace, completely wrapped her.

He pressed her face and looked into the bronze mirror.

"A Wei, may we live in the world, and we can meet each other in life."

The sound of the wind and the moon in Li Mo was almost like a vow.

"I hope that after I meet you, I will always love you, love you, protect you."

[Hey, the male owner has a good feeling of one hundred. 】

[Congratulations on the host, the spur task, the main line task has been completed, can be off the plane. 】

Bai Weiwei listened to this familiar tone.

A lot, many times.

She licked it, only to clean up the messy and vague feelings of Naxi, and then restored the indifference mentality in the weekdays.

After packing it up, Bai Weiwei said to him: "To start the spring, the plum blossoms will also be exhausted. There is a plum tree in the courtyard that is still open. You can pick me up."

Li Mo nodded. He picked up his jacket and put it on, then said, "Wait for me."

Bai Weiwei lazily waved, she is wearing a pink palace skirt today.

The face is not fat, but it is very beautiful.

She suddenly said: "Bend your head and bow."

Li Mo did not understand, but she reached out and gave him a buckle with a robe.

"Okay, go."

She showed a happy smile and the light was crystal clear.

Li Mo couldn't help but evoke a smile, his eyes were exquisite and delicate, but his smile was a bit of a decisive joy.

Then he turned back and walked out the door.

The blood from his throat was finally unable to be suppressed.

Desperately rushed out and fell to the snow at the end of winter.

The doctor’s words still sounded in his ears.

"Injury into the viscera, no medicine can be saved."

He asked: "How long can it last?"

Doctor: "Drinking medicine does not kill, not excited, and it can be dragged for a few years."

He asked: "Do I have to be emotional?"

Doctor: "Wait to die."

This is the best doctor, saying that there is no salvation without saving.

Li Mo used his own martial arts to suppress all adverse reactions, and did not take medicine. The emotions are still moving.

Excitement is still excited.

How could he not be excited, she approached him, she looked at him and touched him.

He was too excited to stand.

Indeed, after meeting her, I can only wait to die.

Li Mo picked up plum blossoms, a lot of plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms were almost the same, just like his life.

He stumbled back.

This is the last thing he can do for her.

For three months, he used his martial arts to suppress the health of his injuries.

The limit is over.

Li Mo still couldn't walk in front of her, but completely fell into the snow before the entry.

Plum blossoms are entangled with blood.

He finally glanced at the half-open door and she sat in the chair.

The pink skirt, like a flower, flicked with her movements.

Then he heard that she didn't know who to whisper to: "Let's go back."

Ok, let's go back.

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)