Ji Nan knew that he had seen it.
It was Mo Shu and Young Master Yu’s wedding photo.
Although he didn’t know where the Princess got it, it looked exactly the sa as in the past life. Besides that, there was an entire album in the drawer.
Though Ji Nan wasn’t sure how she managed it, perhaps Mo Shu brought it from the modern world.
Mr. Jiekong in front of him was obviously shocked by the man in the picture fra, and montarily froze.
This little picture fra was cleverly designed, with a square wooden fra and a small pillar at the back to prop it up.
The man and woman inside embraced each other, unlike the portraits circulating today, but like so kind of evil technique that seals real people within.
In the picture, there was a man and a woman, the man handso and the woman beautiful. That woman was certainly Mo Shu.
Wearing a bright red long robe, loosely revealing snow-white tender shoulders, with exquisite collarbones reflecting strange light, her long white legs hooked onto the man beside her, simply debauched!
Yu Siqiao was both angry and shocked.
Because the man she shalessly entwined wore a white cloud-pattern robe and looked exactly like him!
Yes, exactly the sa.
He instinctively reached out, wanting to take the fra for a closer look, but the little one in his arms was still asleep. Just as Yu Siqiao extended his hand, he stopped.
Standing up, Yu Siqiao finally decided to put the little one down first and then look.
Carefully placing the Little Honey Pot on the small bed, he didn’t wake him up, good.
Yu Siqiao cradled the Little Tangguan, who was babbling about sothing unknown, t his big round eyes, paused, and still held him, turning back to the dressing table.
However, before his hand could touch the fra, soone snatched it away first.
Yu Siqiao was surprised, looked up, and t Mo Shu’s angry and pretty face as she yelled furiously, "What are you doing!"
Yu Siqiao suddenly felt uncertain inside.
For the first ti, he was caught in such a rude act.
Yu Siqiao felt sowhat embarrassed, his face slightly warm, but soon cald down and said, "I just happened to see it."
Mo Shu sneered angrily, "Happened to? Who allowed you to co in?"
Yu Siqiao held the bewildered Little Tangguan in his arms, feigning righteousness as he said, "The child is asleep, naturally I had to return to the room. What if he cries when parted from my arms?"
Mo Shu gritted her teeth in anger, feeling as if her insides were burning, stepped forward to snatch the child back, "Get out!"
The Little Tangguan, still bewildered, was startled by his Mom’s shout, and his eyes turned red, then opened his small mouth and started crying.
Yu Siqiao’s eyelid twitched, facing Mo Shu’s anger, yet he inexplicably felt a certain familiarity.
This sense of familiarity was vague as if an illusion, yet it gently pricked his heart.
Yu Siqiao’s Adam’s apple rolled a bit and he asked, "Is the man in that portrait your husband?"
"What’s it to you!" Mo Shu summoned her Inner Strength, drew her sword, and in an instant had the sharp and slender blade aid at his throat. With one effort from her, he could be sent to Hell.
Mo Shu coldly stared at him, her words chilled without any warmth, "Leave now, or die."
Yu Siqiao’s heart suddenly felt like it had been stabbed by sothing, unbearably painful.
The Little Tangguan seed frightened, and his cries grew louder.
The recently laid down Little Honey Pot was also woken by the noise, moved a bit and started crying too.
Mo Shu’s eyes heated, and she suddenly wielded her sword.
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