Hercules x ill

Lin Wanwan had been living in a daze all day.

She was guided to worship heaven and earth like a puppet in a wedding dress, covering her head. No matter how she glanced at her, her eyes were all red, and she couldn't see the "sick seedling" who was holding the other end of the rope. what.

After tossing into the night, Lin Wanwan sat in the bridal chamber covered with happy words, her stomach growling from hunger.

The crown was so heavy that it almost crushed her. Lin Wanwan's fingers were itchy, and as soon as she moved, the dowry Forsythia spoke up.

"Miss... don't lift it!"

Lin Wanwan wanted to cry without tears, and kept blowing the red hijab in front of her, "Forsythia, I'm so hungry."

Forsythia's voice was small, and she coaxed Lin Wanwan, "Miss, please bear with it, the prince should be back soon."

It's okay not to mention it, but Lin Wanwan is not happy when she mentions it.

Who expects that sick seedling to come?

In Lin Wanwan's impression, the image of a sickly seedling is that of a short man with yellow face and thin skin. When she thought that such a person would be her husband, she felt regretful thoughts in her heart.

You really shouldn't be so impulsive, parents don't hurt if they don't hurt, you don't need to pay for it if you cut off the relationship, it's a misstep.

However, her wild imagination couldn't stop the hunger from coming. Lin Wanwan couldn't help it. She lifted her hijab and immediately saw Forsythia's panicked face.

Lin Wanwan quickly put her index finger against her lips: "Shh!"

Forsythia was so anxious that tears almost came out, but her body was more honest than her mouth. She quickly went to the table to get some cakes and stuffed them into Lin Wanwan's hands.

"..." Lin Wanwan took her first bite of food today with tears in her eyes, "Forsythia, you are my savior..."

Forsythia blushed. Just as she was about to say something, she heard movement outside the door. She subconsciously pulled the hijab to cover Lin Wanwan's face.

"Miss, someone is here!"

Lin Wanwan shoved the cake into her mouth in one gulp. There was no water, so she almost choked.

After finally swallowing the cake, a low voice entered Lin Wanwan's ear.

"You all go down."

It seems that he was thinking about the physical condition of this prince. As soon as these words came out, there was no lively and noisy bridal room, and the room suddenly returned to silence.

The sound is nice. Lin Wanwan thought.

But how weak is it that people don't even bother to make trouble in the bridal chamber?

Lin Wanwan couldn't help feeling sorry for her husband.

The biggest characteristic of Lin Wanwan's character is to protect her shortcomings. Since she is married, there is no need for her to feel sorry for herself. Living the present moment is her life criterion.

In other words, she can dislike her husband's weakness, but others can't!

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no movement. Lin Wanwan felt a little embarrassed. She wanted to speak to break the silence, and her eyes were bright.

The hood was lifted.

Lin Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and she looked up at the rumored husband who was sick—

Nasal cavity suddenly very hot.

Fu Chen had a cold expression, but after seeing Lin Wanwan's stunned expression, he couldn't help but smile: "Miss?"

Lin Wanwan swallowed her saliva: "Husband?"

Is this a little guy with a yellow face and thin skin?

no! This is a goddess descended from heaven!

Lin Wanwan moved her butt nervously, and then patted the vacant seat next to her, "Husband, sit down."

Fu Chen: "..."

Although his subordinates had come to report that the concubine had changed, but when he really felt it, his mood was a little subtle.

The most exquisite face is doing something that is not something that ordinary girls can do, which is quite mysterious.

Fu Chen was good at concealing his thoughts, but he didn't show the surprise in his heart, but sat down with his lips slightly hooked, and the fragrance of daisies after the rain invaded his breath.

It's the smell of his wife.

Fu Chen looked up at Lin Wanwan.

Just this glance and the small smile just now, all the lines of defense in Lin Wanwan's heart collapsed.

The nasal cavity is getting hotter.

However, why does the ill-fucked husband's expression seem to become a little stiff?

Lin Wanwan only had Fu Chen in her eyes: "What's wrong?"

Fu Chen covered his eyes with his hands: "Miss, you have a nosebleed."

Hearing this, Lin Wanwan wiped the blood from her nose and hand: "..."