A Fierce Husband Chases His Wife

She, Qing Lan, is the uncrowned king of the killer world, but unfortunately she was assassinated by an organization and traveled to another world. She, Wen Qinglan, in her life, was the fourth young lady of the Protector General's Mansion, the only girl who was held in the palm of the hand and loved by everyone. Because she was favored by others, she enjoyed the family affection that she had never had in her previous life, and gained the friendship that she longed for in her previous life. As for love, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry. All of them would be wonderful, if not for that. On the day of the full moon in her life, her unscrupulous mother made a marriage proposal to the Queen Mother, the "national treasure" of the dynasty. Small Theater 1 "Madam, how can you agree?" The general protecting the country, Father Wen, looked at his wife anxiously. "Do you have any objections?" The general's wife glanced at him sideways and ate grapes leisurely. "Of course! My daughter has become someone else's before she grows up." General Wen was very unwilling. His daughter was only one month old and they were already engaged. That brat was still an emperor. If it weren't for the fact that he was only eight years old and a child, he would have beaten him severely! "Put away your little thoughts, this matter is settled." The general's wife waved her hand casually and said. "Madam..." General Wen wanted to say something more. "You are not allowed to enter my room tonight." The general's wife got up and wanted to go back to the room. "No, Madam's decision is good, that's all." General Wen hugged the general's wife and went back to the room. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and he would talk about it later. Small Theater 2 "Do you like this?" The little emperor said, holding Wen Qinglan in one hand and the windmill in the other. Wen Qinglan glanced at him lightly, then turned to look outside. "Then do you like this?" The little emperor immediately threw away the windmill and picked up a ceramic doll. Wen Qinglan turned her head, took a look, and then looked outside. "Then what do you like?" The little emperor looked at the person in his arms doubtfully. "I like you to stay away from me." After hearing this, Wen Qinglan turned to him and said. "No, relationships can develop only when we are together." The little emperor threw away the toy in his hand again, rubbed Wen Qinglan's head and said. Wen Qinglan stared at him speechlessly. Small Theater 3 "Lan'er, you are mine." A certain emperor looked at Wen Qinglan and said. "I am my own." Wen Qinglan said calmly, still focusing on what she was doing. "You have been mine since childhood." A certain emperor looked at Wen Qinglan affectionately. "I didn't agree!" Wen Qinglan said, very unwillingly. "Okay, don't be angry, as long as you are mine, as for the process, that is not important." A certain emperor still rubbed Wen Qinglan's head as he did when he was a child. Wen Qinglan was speechless. As for his movements, after so many years, she seemed to have gotten used to them, and she seemed to like them a little bit. …………Dividing line………… This article is a one-on-one, favored article, a double strength, and I don't like to enter it by mistake.