Big Boss Villain, Don’t Turn Black!

Although the Princess Palace is not as luxurious as the Royal Palace, the area is not too small. The pavilion landscape is also very elegant in design. Compared with the Royal Palace, the Princess Palace is more homey.

Back to this home, Su Mu was not very happy, not only because she couldn't see her boss, but because she had been bombed by her parents for a whole day because of the same thing.

"Mumu, now your majesty has given Zhao Yu and Princess Linglong the marriage. Whether he wants it or not, the life-long event that has always been resolved for him." Princess Chang took her daughter's hand and said with a long heart: "Now, me and Your father just has to worry about your lifelong event."

The concubine also said, "That's why, daughter, my mother and I haven't considered sending you into the palace to become the concubine of your majesty's harem. The palace is intrigued and wants to survive. It's too tired, but it's good for us There are also many young talents in Xuanyuanguo. Your mother and I have already counted these promising young talents. You can see that if we agree, we can go to other people's homes tomorrow to discuss the matter of dating."

This speed... It's too fast.

The princesses and the couple sang together and talked about leaving until almost late at night. Of course, they also left a booklet that collected information and portraits of the talents of the major young people of Xuanyuan.

Su Mu turned the page around and saw that the portrait was of a young man with a sword and eyebrows. This look is not bad. He also wrote his message next to him. The major general of the township government is twenty-three years old. Countless military achievements have been made.

Su Mu said with one hand on his chin: "It looks good, but..."

Ermao: [Not good, if you go out all year long...]

Su Dase: [Maybe one day, the battlefield will not return. 】

Ermao: [Yes, there is no time to come back!] Small chests alone guard the vacancy, of course not good! 】

The wind blows the **** cool: [Yes, BOSS will be good!] 】

Su Mu's mouth twitched and turned a page, this page painted a young boy with a high spirit, a handsome young man, an arrogant and domineering person, this is the son of the Prime Minister's House, 18 years old, temperament and humor.

"Well..." Su Mu pouted, "It looks immature."

This killer is not too warm: [I also tend to mature and stable men. 】

The wind blows the **** cool: [Yes, it's still a mature BOSS that will pop!] 】

auzw.com Su Mu turned another page in silence, and a portrait of a man with a serious facial paralysis appeared. Shao Qing, Dali Temple, 24 years old, was upright and strictly enforced.

Chieftain of Africa: [This man is a person who has no sense of style at first glance. Marrying him is absolutely boring. 】

The wind blows the **** cool: [Good! BOSS will still take the initiative! 】

I put the refrigerator in the child: [I also think BOSS is good ৺◡৺]

...

Unconsciously, the audience in her live room has become the iron powder of Xi Da BOSS. Su Mu has reason to suspect that the popularity that has grown in her live room is not because she is cute and hurts! She just dipped in the light of her boss!

There was a night breeze blowing in the open window.

Su Mu pointed angrily at the portrait of Shaoqing in Dali Temple: "I think this man is also good!"

"is it?"

The low, dark voice sounded like hell's door opening.

Su Mu flicked, and added a strong desire to survive: "But my BOSS is always the best! Whoever says that my BOSS is not good, I will be in a hurry!"

One hand wrapped around her waist. She was hugged by a man from behind. The air seemed to overflow with the familiar breath, and her cold lips fell on the side of her neck, making her goose bumps. .

Then, the book in her hand was taken by him, and in an instant, this innocent book turned into flying dust in his hand.

Su Mu's heart shuddered, turned around and squeezed a smile to hug him, and said softly: "BOSS, you are finally here! People think you can't sleep even if you think about it!"

"Then Mumu don't go to bed tonight." Raising her chin with one hand, he bent over to close her face to look at her, half-squinted eyes, thin lips slightly hooked, an extraordinary evil.

Su Mu's flattered mouth with grievances still opened his hands, gave up the struggle, and was thrown into bed by his fate.

If you dig yourself, you must jump if you cry!