The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 527 The business woman who was murdered for money (77)

  Su Qinghuan nodded, thinking of Duan Feiyang, who was filled with crane-topped red by Ye Wan'er in prison, she felt a boulder put down in her heart, and even the resentment that belonged to the original owner continued to dissolve.

   "Well, it's solved, let's go back."

"good."

  Murongchen guessed that this solved the implicit meaning behind the three words, especially seeing Ye Wan'er's unsettled appearance, I am afraid that Duan Feiyang in prison has no living breath.

  Murong Chen rubbed Su Qinghuan’s hair.

   "Let's go home. Duan Feiyang's body, I will let someone fix it."

  Su Qinghuan looked up at the man's handsome and unspeakable face, with a hint of warmth in his heart.

   "Thank you for always tolerating me such a fool."

  Although Duan Feiyang was originally going to be cut by Qiuhou, but now such an unexplained death in jail can cause a little disturbance, but Murongchen allowed them to do so.

  Sometimes Su Qinghuan doesn't know how high Murong Chen's bottom line is for him.

  After all, Murongchen had just been established as the prince, and wherever he went wrong, he would be easily pulled by others, but Murongchen never criticized her.

  The man smiled faintly.

   "What a nerd, what else to say thank you to the future husband."

Murongchen paused and wanted to hold Su Qinghuan’s hand. Su Qinghuan almost forgot about the injury to his hand before. After all, it was not serious. It was just scratched by a hairpin. A few drops of blood appeared. But now Murongchen Suddenly stretching out her hand, the girl felt a slight pain.

   "It hurts!"

"What's wrong?"

  A sharp concern flashed in Murongchen's eyes. The man quickly picked up Su Qinghuan's hand. When he saw Su Qinghuan's **** palm, a thick cloud of shadow appeared on his face.

   "Duan Feiyang hurt you in prison earlier."

"no."

  Su Qinghuan shook her head, understating her expression.

   "I was not careful. It's just a minor injury. Just go back and apply it."

  Murongchen is an extremely smart person. He squinted his eyes slightly, but the fierce light and violence in his phoenix eyes did not hide.

"is her?"

  Murongchen turned his head and glanced at Ye Wan'er, who was still a little unsettled on the side. The look in his eyes was like a furious eagle, eager to choose someone to eat!

   Ye Wan'er was trembling with the terrifying look in Murong Chen's eyes. She trembled twice like a quail, and finally wailed an apology.

   "His Royal Highness, sorry, the princess was injured before to save me, I..."

   "Why bother for such irrelevant people."

  Murong Chen glanced at Su Qinghuan reproachfully, his voice was like a reprimand, but the distress in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

  "Don't have another time!"

  This sentence was actually addressed to Ye Wan'er.

  Ye Wan'er shivered again and almost fell to the ground. Knowing that she was standing here was only blocking the eyes of Murong Chen and Su Qinghuan, she quickly climbed into another carriage returning to the palace and drove back to the palace.

   Ye Wan'er recalled Murong Chen's fierce look in her eyes, but she was still inexplicable heart palpitations and fear.

   Originally, she was envious of Su Qinghuan being appreciated and loved by men like Murong Chen, but now I think about it again, maybe only a woman like Su Qinghuan who jumps out of ideas can make Murong Chen look forward to it.

   Changing to be someone else, I'm afraid I was scared away by Murong Chen's aura just now. Her legs are really soft. At this moment, I only feel that the fear is so clear.

  It turned out that death may be just a matter of thought, but living is the most difficult and persistent task in the world.

  "Go to see the beautiful scenery of the world and taste the delicious food of the world?"

  Ye Wan'er was sitting in the carriage, muttering to herself that she had no hope of life in the first place, but at this moment, thinking of Su Qinghuan’s words, there was a bit more in her eyes, which belonged to the anger of a living person.

  ……

  Return to the Prince's Mansion.

  Murong Chen brought the best gold sore medicine to his subordinates. He picked up the woman's palm and carefully washed the wound with clean water.

   "You, you, isn't Ye Wan'er the one who didn't deal with you the least? Why should you save such a white-eyed wolf?"

   "I have my own measures."

  Su Qinghuan shook his head.

   "Of course I won't give up my life to save her, it was just something that hurt her."

  The original owner has experienced something like Ye Wan'er, and maybe he may not have the courage to survive.

   But in fact, what did the original owner do wrong?

  Murongchen was silent for a moment.

She knew that Su Qinghuan had married the scumbag Duan Feiyang. He had never seen Su Qinghuan publicly retiring outside the Su Mansion, but from the oral traditions of the people of Dongcheng, he could also outline how Su Qinghuan was at that time. Looks like.

  ……

  Murongchen felt like he had been pricked by a needle.

  It’s not that it’s sad that Su Qinghuan has been engaged to someone else, but it’s hard to say that such a good woman has been hurt by others.

  He couldn't bear to hurt Su Qinghuan.

  If Murong Chen is really such a man of force, who only cares about his own happiness and ignores the woman's wishes, he will force Nasu Qinghuan as his side concubine before he thinks it clearly.

   However, Murong Chen is not.

  ……

  The man had an indescribable pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand and carefully applied the golden sore medicine to Su Qinghuan’s palm.

   "Do you know if it hurts? If it hurts, you should take care of yourself next time. If you are injured, it's not just that you are uncomfortable alone."

   "Okay, okay, I see," Su Qinghuan stuck his tongue out, and blinked with a charming expression: "Then dare to ask our honorable Prince, if I am injured, besides myself, who else will be uncomfortable?"

"Naughty."

  Murong Chen shook his head helplessly.

   "If your parents know that you are still taking Ye Wan'er into the jail, I'm afraid you won't even be able to sleep tonight."

   "So I won't let them know."

  "……"

Seeing Murong Chen's face full of helplessness, Su Qinghuan smiled, and simply stood up and hugged the man's waist suddenly.

   "Reassure, I will never let others hurt me in the future. Is your Royal Highness satisfied?"

  Seeing Su Qinghuan taking a mouthful of His Royal Highness, the man's eyes became more helpless.

   "Making a fool, you have to call your husband."

   "No, we haven't officially paid a visit yet."

  The red candle hung high, Murong Chen looked at the girl's delicate and smart profile, his throat moved slightly, and he couldn't help it. In the end, he held Su Qinghuan and kissed Su Qinghuan's forehead like a dragonfly.

  Speaking again, his voice is already muted.

   "The husband is waiting for the day of formal worship and marriage."

  ……

  A few days later, Beijing spread the story of Duan Feiyang's self-crimination, and everyone just said it deserved it.

   is only the present sage, but suddenly died.

  (End of this chapter)