I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 361: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (31)

Ye Zhao woke up with his hair disheveled on his shoulders.

I heard the birds singing outside the window and my mind was in a mess.

Covering my dizzy forehead, I couldn't remember what happened last night.

The remaining fragments of memory stayed on comforting Xiao Wu Yu, but he was kissed forcibly instead.

I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

I meant well to comfort him, but he actually took advantage of him.

"My Lord, are you awake?"

Luqiao pushed the door open and came in, putting the basin and towel on the wooden rack.

She arrived just in time, saving Ye Zhao from having to call out, "Where's Xiao Yu?"

"Miss Xiao went to pick lotus flowers early in the morning and said she wanted to make cakes for you."

Who wants to eat that damn cake?

The vein on his forehead throbbed, but Ye Zhao endured it, "I sent a letter to my cousin, but no news yet?"

Lu Qiao replied, "The messenger said that the prince read the letter but did not reply."

Ye Zhao was greatly disappointed.

Even using the excuse of flower viewing wouldn't be enough to lure Lan Yingshuang over...

Isn't this where the plot is stuck?

Xiao Wu Yu is not anxious, Lan Ying Shuang is not anxious, but he is anxious!

that……

hold on!

I waited and waited for more than half a month, but the letter I sent seemed to have fallen into the sea.

Ye Zhao couldn't sit still any longer and wrote another letter, simply asking him whether the people who attacked Xiao Wu Yu were sent by him.

Hand it to Luqiao and give her the waist badge, "You give it to the prince personally."

"As ordered."

Luqiao took the letter and ran out.

After washing up, Ye Zhao leaned against the window, feeling heavy on his mind.

A sweet fragrance wafted by, accompanied by the sound of cheerful footsteps.

Without even turning his head, he heard a familiar, shy voice, "My Lord."

He turned his head a little irritably.

Xiao Wu Yu returned to her female form, holding a stack of pink pastries covered with fresh flowers.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Zhao turned a blind eye to what he brought.

"This is what I learned to make. Would you like to try it, my lord?"

Picking up a crystal pastry, Xiao Wu Yu looked at him expectantly.

Ye Zhao opened his mouth, and Lu Qiao ran in waving a letter, "My Lord, a letter from the Crown Prince!"

Without caring about anything else, Ye Zhao didn't even touch the pastry and walked straight towards Lu Qiao.

Xiao Wu Yu's expression darkened slightly as he stared at the pastry at his fingertips.

I intercepted so many letters, but I failed to stop it this time.

hateful!

Looking over with a restrained expression, he saw Ye Zhao couldn't wait to open it and take out the letter.

After a quick glance, his face turned pale and his steps became unsteady.

Which childhood promise is it?

Is it the “friendship of soulmates where you are like the zither and I am like the flute”?

Or "From now on, I will be your eyes, seeing everywhere for you?"

Or is it "Even if everyone curses me, you are the only home for my soul"?

Ye Zhaoren was shaking violently, and the chaos in his heart continued to grow.

Luqiao went to help him, but he dropped the letter and ran out in a daze.

Hahaha!

at last!

Did Lan Yingshuang finally succeed in getting along with Xiao Wuyu and are they working together to take advantage of this scumbag?

really not bad!

Then he had to help them and take the initiative to kill some people.

"Your Majesty!"

Ye Zhao disappeared in an instant. Lu Qiao was startled and quickly chased after him.

Xiao Wu Yu also wanted to chase after him, but the letter seemed to have wings and floated to his chest.

I took it away irritably, but was imprisoned by the content above——

"Everything that happened that night was my fault. It was all because I doubted Xiao Yu's identity. However, you already knew the truth. My actions were unnecessary. I will compensate you twice as much for the loss of the mansion. I am deeply sorry.

"Let's forget the promise we made as children. I wish you two a long and happy life together."

The signature is "Lan Yun" and is stamped with a cinnabar seal.

After he finished reading it quickly, the paper turned to ashes in his palm. Xiao Wuyu's eyes were filled with bloodthirstiness. "Good, very good!"

Want to retreat in order to advance?

dream!