The painting flew straight towards Murong Jiu's face, with a fierce anger.

Murong Jiu didn't dodge, but when the painting was about to hit his face, he stretched out his hand and waved a palm lightly, and the painting split in half and flew out from both sides of his body.

In the end, they fell into two boxes and lay pitifully.

The portrait, which had been preserved for a long time, was destroyed.

"Give this king a good reason?" Murong Jiu's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his emotions couldn't see his true joy and anger.

Murong Jiu is very indulgent to Ye Qinghuan, but this does not mean that she can be powerful on his head.

If it's his fault, he can satisfy her without her help, but if she is vexatious, he will correct her bad temper!

Don't doubt that Murong Jiu has always been strict with Ye Qinghuan, and once it comes to matters of principle, he will not back down.

"What more reason is needed?" Ye Qinghuan felt a faint pain in her heart, but her natural stubbornness made her refuse to show weakness, and only smiled coldly: "It turns out that I have always been just a substitute in your heart!" ”

The evidence was all in front of him, did he think she still couldn't understand it?

She can pretend not to know and continue to enjoy his pampering.

If it is Ding Wan, I believe Ding Wan can do it.

But she can't be happy at night.

The affection she wants is absolutely single-minded, and her pride does not allow her to be a substitute for anyone!

Even if that woman is her cheap mother and has passed away, she will never accept it!

Murong Jiu frowned lightly, substitute?

"This king didn't treat Huanhuan as a substitute." Murong Jiu's tone was cold, and he began to approach Ye Qinghuan, "I don't know where Huanhuan came from this idea. ”

The long figure approached step by step, with a suffocating sense of urgency from Ye Qinghuan, and at this moment she didn't want to get too close to Murong Jiu.

She might get out of control.

Ye Qinghuan really didn't think that she had unconsciously put Murong Jiu in so much in her heart, that once the ugliness was revealed, it would be so unbearable pain.

"Don't come near me!" Ye Qinghuan turned around, wanting to bypass the high platform and leave the secret room.

She needed to be still.

"Can't do it!" Murong Jiu no longer gave her a chance to escape, and with a flicker, he instantly cut off her front and back paths, forcing her into a corner, and firmly imprisoned between her arms.

The tall figure encircles the petite body, and it looks extremely ambiguous.

"Let's talk about it, why did this king use Huanhuan as a substitute?" Murong Jiu narrowed his phoenix eyes, and his handsome face revealed a hint of danger: "If Huanhuan can't give this king a reasonable explanation......

"Just kill me? Or is it strong for me? Ye Qinghuan sneered, he could only use these two moves, and it was most likely the latter move.

Murong Jiu's eyes were cold: "It turns out that this king is such a despicable and shameless person in Huanhuan's heart. ”

"......" Ye Qinghuan was stunned, this sound a little familiar.

It turns out that in your heart, I have always been just a substitute!

Uh, he changed her sentence......

"If you want this king to die, you have to let this king die clearly, right?" Murong Jiu's slender jade fingers were lightly raised, slowly sliding on Ye Qinghuan's white cheeks, and the smile on the corners of his lips was shallow, with a demagogic charm.

Murong Jiu has never lost control of his anger, but he firmly believes that the little girl must have her reasons for being so angry.

Ye Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly, and he was disturbed by Murong Jiu's words.

Indeed, to sentence a man to death, he must always be given a reason to know what crime he has committed.

So, Ye Qinghuan pursed his lips, turned his face away and said lightly: "I think that in my heart, Uncle Nine has always admired Zhan...... My mother. Uncle Nine will love me and spoil me, just because I look like my mother, which is called 'empathy' in psychology. ”