"Palace master, are you confused? How can this be the foundation of others? This is yours too... "
Liangyi shook his head in a hurry, and grasped Mrs. Wu's hand with a real heart.
"Over the years, you have paid so much for wuze palace. I see it in my eyes How can we all say it's someone else's
Before he finished, he was interrupted by the martial arts raised his hand.
"Good clothes, I don't want to worry about so much now. I am tired and tired For so many years, I have been holding wuzegong alone. I will do it myself, regardless of what it is I'm really tired! "
"But if we go out You'll be more tired! "
The sound of good clothes suddenly improved, some of them were in a hurry to shake off Mrs. Wu's hand, and stood up and stood up and stood up.
"What is your identity, palace master? You are a patriarch, how many years of good care?! If you leave, how can you get used to the wind frost outside?! You can't eat those bitter ones... "
I don't know if this woman's brain is a special long grass!!
Put a good palace Lord not to do, glory, wealth, do not, must elope with him!
Elope with your master!!
What is the world outside?
It is chaimi oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea, is endless hard work, is endless calculation!!
A patriarch's position, how many people ask but not, diligently want to get, but she is very good, unexpectedly so easy to give way?!
"Master, do you know what you did?"
Good clothes step back, eyes angry, but suppress the anger.
"You send something that others ask for and cannot, just like that, and give it away..." "
"But I didn't send it to anyone else!!"
Mrs. Wu also raised her voice.
"That's my son..."
"Son?!"
Good clothes suddenly turn around, some angry head, incredible.