Yu Juechen joked: "Do Luoer think I'm fierce?"

Bai Luo stared at Yu Juechen with a serious look on his face for a while, then whispered, and glanced slightly.

"Brother Chen is very fierce to others and is very gentle to Luoer."

After saying that, he showed a innocent smile to Yu Juechen.

Yu Juechen couldn't help but rub the little girl's head again.

A moment later, Bai Luo asked Yu Juechen curiously: "Brother Chen, are all the things your father said just now true?"

"What is Luoer saying?"

Bai Luo replied: "The sentence that gave you a marriage to me."

When Yu Juechen saw the little girl's clear eyes staring at him, he replied: "Yes.

It's true.

Luoer is unhappy?"

Bai Luo did not answer Yu Juechen and stared at him blankly.

Yu Juechen paused for a moment, and said to Bai Luo in a low voice: "If Luoer grows up and doesn't want to marry me, I can let my father take back his will."

Bai Luo hurriedly shook his head: "Brother Chen, I don't want to marry you."

"Um?"

Yu Juechen suddenly heard the little girl's words and was extremely surprised.

Bai Luo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Luoer's wish is to marry Brother Chen in the future."

A man like Yu Juechen can't even find him with a lantern, and Bai Luo is not a fool either.

Besides, Yu Juechen's care and favor for her over the years has been far more than a brother treats his sister. She also felt the way he looked at her.

Since they are in love, why should she be pretentious?

Yu Juechen's sexy Adam's apple rolled, and excitedly pulled Bai Luo into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Luoer really thinks that?"

Bai Luo was a little breathless when he was strangled by Yu Juechen and said, "Brother Chen, I can't breathe anymore."

Yu Juechen hurriedly let go of the little girl and looked at her with distress, "I was so excited. Was Luoer injured?"

Bai Luo shook his head, "No."

Bai Luo felt that suddenly, the relationship between her and Yu Juechen changed, and he didn't know why he felt this way.

At the same time, in the prince's mansion, Yu Yuanding sat in front of the bed and watched his deposed hand trance.

Fu Qingyi came over with the medicine box to change the medicine for him.

Yu Yuanding looked at Fu Qingyi, and a chill flashed through his eyes.

Retracting his gaze, he lowered his head and continued to look at his injured hand.

Soon Fu Qingyi came over and he said to Yu Yuanding: "Your Highness, how do you feel today?"

Yu Yuanding said coldly: "I can't die."

Fu Qingyi was stunned, and came back to his senses and opened the medicine box to take out the wounded medicine to remind Yu Yuanding: "Your Highness, it's time to change the medicine."

As he said that, he carefully grabbed Yu Yuanding's injured arm.

As a result, the Yuyuan Ding was pushed away suddenly.

Fu Qingyi staggered back a few steps, and his waist hit the edge of the table.

Yu Yuanding roared coldly: "I don't need you to come over to treat me hypocritically, let alone you need to sympathize with me! Get out! Get out of here!"

Yu Yuanding's arm was so painful that he was sweating all over his head, and bright red blood oozed out of the area wrapped in gauze.

Fu Qingyi didn't care about anything else and rushed over and quickly bandaged the wound for Yuyuan Ding.

Yu Yuanding stared at him with a cruel look, "I said, let you get out!"

Fu Qingyi: "The old minister will get out after bandaging the highness."

Yu Yuanding's throat stopped even further, and he lowered his eyes to the person who was anxious to deal with his wounds, feeling mixed feelings.

He laughed sarcastically in his heart, thinking that he could be the throne above ten thousand people in the future, but unexpectedly, it was a ridiculous dream.
Chapter completed!