Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Chapter 277: Because I like warmth81

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"I want to go back."

"Wait a minute, dad and the others."

Wen knew the truth but repeated: "I want to go back now."

Ji Xubai frowned slightly, but still asked the driver to turn around and go back home.

On the way, he touched her belly and said in a low voice, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Zhigu lowered his eyes and said "hmm", absentmindedly.

Her mind was filled with thoughts about the person she met in Dali Temple. She never thought that she would meet that person in her life.

She had hated him before, for killing her father, and for imprisoning her mother for her whole life, but in the end all these hatreds were wiped away by Ji Xubai's torture, and she no longer had the energy to even hate anyone.

After Shengnan returned to the palace, she set out to investigate the life experience of the second young lady of the Ji Mansion. The news she got was that her parents died young and she had been studying hard in Beicheng since she was a child. Later, she was admitted to the Imperial Forestry School with her own strength. Academy, and later, she married Ji Xubai.

At that time, Sheng Nanchen didn't know that someone had erased all of Wen Zhigu's past before he investigated.

Sheng Nanchen didn't find the answer he wanted.

Or is it really just his illusion

At the same time, the people he sent secretly received good news, Sheng Qianmo had rushed to Seoul.

Sheng Nanchen sat in the royal study room, rubbing the edge of the jade seal with his fingers, saying nothing.

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Beichuan.

Recently, Nuan was counting the weapons that she had discussed with Master Gao before expanding the scale of casting. Although she was very busy, she also remembered the words of the doctors and others and rested in time.

Shunuan was resting upstairs in the trading company in a depressed mood these days, when he suddenly heard Li Xiaoke shouting from below: "There is a letter from the boss!"

Shu Nuan's first reaction was that Sheng Qianmo had written to her, but she also felt that it was a bit unrealistic. How could Sheng Qianmo write to her so quickly...

Shu Nuan was thinking wildly while going down the stairs a little hastily.

"Boss, please slow down, the kids won't snatch your confession letter!"

Shu Nuan glared at him, but still anxiously took the letter into her hand. Her eyes darkened slightly. It was not a letter from Uncle Sheng, but a letter from Ning Chengyuan, asking her why Sheng Qianmo hadn't returned to Beicheng yet...

Shu Nuan had an ominous premonition in her heart. She took the letter back to Heng Mansion and asked Xuan Jiu, who had not been back long, "Xuan Jiu, after you and General Ning separated in Jiangzhou, did he return to Beicheng?"

Xuan Jiu was stunned for a moment, and did not expect that Shu Nuan would suddenly mention this, but he still answered truthfully, "Yes, he said he wanted to go back to Beicheng for something, and his leg injury just happened to be healed, so I came back."

"Uncle Sheng hasn't arrived in Beicheng yet..." Shu Nuan murmured, feeling very uneasy.

Ning Chengyuan has returned to Beicheng, how come Uncle Sheng hasn't arrived yet...

Where did he go…

Or...what happened

Seeing that Shu Nuan's expression was not so good, Xuan Jiu knew that something might have happened to King Sheng, so he could not help but comfort Shu Nuan: "Princess, don't be anxious first, why don't you ask Ning Chengyuan, what is the situation in Beicheng now?" What's happening… "

Shu Nuan nodded, still feeling uneasy.

She touched her belly and tried hard to calm down.

At night, she looked at the paper cranes in the wooden box, feeling a little more at peace.

She remembered what he said that he wanted to give Shunuan and the baby in Shunuan's belly a peaceful and prosperous life.

His eyes were so unyielding.

She believed that Uncle Sheng would not deceive Shu Nuan again.

On the fourth day after the letter was sent, and also the tenth day after Sheng Qianmo separated from her, Shu Nuan finally got the news.