Kneel to Me - Chapter 171

Song Juyao was put into a biological cabin, several sensors were grasped palely and beautifully, and gently stuck to various parts of her head. Silver hair hung down her sideburns.

He sat quietly on the stool, staring at Song Juyao with those beautiful silver eyes. She has not yet awakened, although her life has been saved, but her will to survive is very weak, so she was in a coma for a long time. Her face was pale, and she had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. In the past six months, she had worked hard to swallow the food in the prison, and all the meat she had grown had disappeared.

The internal affairs officer was on the side, watching the king’s movements, feeling a little sour in his heart. He is too familiar with his every move, how indifferent he was before, how gentle he is now. How could there be such a mistake? Fate was playing tricks on him. Where this gift was a gift, it was clearly a curse.

“Your Majesty, if things come to light and she discovers the truth, I’m afraid she won’t let it go.” The internal affairs officer reminded with a struggle in his heart.

King: “Then the engagement will be made, and she will not die.”

Yes, after making a marriage contract with the king, Song Juyao’s life will be blessed by the land, she will no longer be able to die by stabbing herself, she will have a long life, a body with super healing power and good luck . But she won’t die, he might die! The hidden danger is so great, if Song Juyao remembers the truth of the matter, then the king will be miserable. Song Juyao already has the weapon to torture him, and with his love, he also has the ability to kill him.

Even if these benefits will disappear after killing the king, but with Song Juyao’s character, I’m afraid she will never care.

“I won’t let her die.” The king looked at Song Juyao and whispered. He couldn’t bear that feeling again, he was terrified, this feeling was terrible, “Or do you have another way?”

The internal affairs officer was taken aback, and his heart became even more sour. His Majesty the King was actually asking him for help. But he can’t help it. Up to now, it is a dead end. Song Juyao will still doubt the truth of the world when she wakes up, and there is still the possibility of suicide. And with this lesson, next time she will definitely choose A more direct and irreparable way, because she has firmly believed that this world is not real, and her hatred for His Majesty the King will never disappear and stop.

Or actually, there is another solution, which can make Song Juyao return to normal, make her not hate him, and His Majesty the King will no longer have any potential safety hazards. But this way, it is useless for him to say it now, and His Majesty the King will definitely not accept it. He is still a beginner in love, and he doesn’t know how to love someone correctly.

And that’s not something he can teach.

Or, just try it.

The internal affairs officer was silent.

The king lay down in another biological cabin and pressed the start button.

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Two more children were adopted in the orphanage, and the other children were extremely envious, looking at every adult who walked in with longing eyes, and wanted to have a home too.

Song Juyao hugged a star ladybug puppet, sat in her seat, looked at them with a blank head, didn’t know why, she didn’t have the slightest envy in her heart, and even felt like living under the same roof with a few strangers, shouting It’s quite embarrassing for parents who are not related by blood.

Maybe she is a more indifferent person? Or did she just pop out of a rock, so she doesn’t need parents?

She changed her posture to hug the star ladybug, with her chin resting on her little pair, thinking about a lot of messy things.

At this time, the dean’s wife walked in excitedly.

“Yo, yaoyao… You, come here quickly.” She stretched out her chubby hands and greeted Song Juyao.

Song Juyao got up and walked over, saw her hands were shaking non-stop, put his hands into her in doubt, and was held warmly by her. The next second, someone came in again, wrapped in a special cold Fragrance, she raised her head and bumped into a pair of silver eyes.

She froze.

She had never seen such a good-looking man, like a **** who came out of a myth. What’s even more incredible is that this man walked up to her, knelt down on his knees, and stretched out his hands in front of her.

Mrs. Dean put her **** into that one, and then her **** was firmly held by that big one.

“I’ll take you home,” the man said.

Song Juyao was a little dazed, and looked helplessly at the dean’s wife, who was wiping her tears and seemed extremely happy.

She was taken away and brought into a magnificent palace, where she lived in a large palace, put on new clothes, the bed was unbelievably soft, the food was delicious, and many people served her.

They all told her that this was her home.

That silver-haired and beautiful man often came to visit her, and every time he brought a lot of gifts, trying to please her very unskillfully, sometimes it was a toy that girls liked, and sometimes it was all kinds of ladies and sisters who wouldn’t let her eat it. He even let her ride on his neck once, probably because she was watching TV and happened to see the scene where the child was put on the neck by the father.

“Are you my father?” Song Juyao couldn’t help asking him.

He was stiff.

“no.”

“Then who are you to me?”

“The Man of Destiny.”

“What is a destined person?” Song Juyao sat on his shoulders, held his face, bent down, and met his eyes.

Silver eyes turned around, as if a little shy, thin lips pursed for a while before saying: “You will know when you grow up.”

“Oh.” She quickly shifted her attention and found that his hair was silky to the touch, “I’ll braid it for you!”

“…”

When the female officer in charge of serving Song Juyao walked in, she saw His Majesty the King sitting on a small stool in front of Song Juyao’s small dressing table. The little girl was combing his hair with a small pink comb. A few braids, held in pink bow hair clips, the scene looks cute and funny.

“Look, look, does it look good?” She asked the owner of the hair while still holding on to the braid.

“…beautiful.” He replied a little painfully.

“Do you like this little pink pig, or the little green bug?”

“…pick what you like.”

The lady officer covered her mouth, then quietly retreated out of the palace, and then she put it down with confidence, showing an auntie smile all over her face.

His Majesty the King is so fond of his little destined man.