After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 311

"Not impolite."

Jun Yan patted her head and taught her with his hands, "Next time you can try scolding my waist and kidneys."

"...And then you caught the opportunity to punish me?"

Jun Yan was a little surprised, "Six girls still need to ask about things that are unspoken?"

Song Yao: "..."

You are really shameless, Song Yao pointed at herself very seriously, "Can't you think about other things with my face?"

"With your face, I think about other things all day long, so you have to doubt it," Jun Yan glanced at her, and said coolly, "I can't do it."

Furthermore, "Although marriage is the order of our parents and the words of the matchmaker, we still live together. You have to try my physical strength, speed, time, and needs for you before marriage. If you are not satisfied with these, check the goods first." Is it better to accept the goods again than to accept the goods and return them if you are not satisfied? We are all adults, so we have to consider the benefits before doing anything."

"..."

Song Yao felt that what he said was very good and could not refute it, but also felt that something was wrong, so she could refute it.

Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Jun Yan, who was still doing well, on the couch with a belt, and hooked Song Yao into his arms. Song Yao came back to her senses, and immediately became unhappy, "You are sweating, stay away."

"Tsk."

Jun Yanqian took a step back, pointing to her skin exposed in the air, "Are you going to walk out like this?"

Only then did Song Yao notice her undone dress, and glared at him viciously, "Why did I go out like this, Jun Yan, look for your own problems."

Jun Yan sighed.I feel that the tossing is still too light, so the little girl can do it vigorously, and now she is still cocking her orchid fingers, humming and chirping:
"I don't care, you have to dress my clothes and my hair! I want the original one, the style that Ban Xia combed for me, oh, and I also want to paste flowers. I was in a hurry when I came and didn't put them on."

Song Yao compared him, pointing to the position between the foreheads, "I want the flower tin of Baiqueling."

The white sparrow is an auspicious beast in the Royal Beast Garden in the palace. "After posting, I'll go around in front of your mother. She can definitely see that I'm different."

Jun Yan's mother, who gave birth to him and raised him, she can't beat or scold him, but she can make things difficult for him!

Don't you want me to marry your son?

Not only do I want to marry, but I also want to kiss your son at this stall and ask him to bring me a white peacock flower tin. , you can't pull me together, you can't force me. She bullied me last time, I don't care, whoever tells her son will be my son... cough cough, it's my husband. "

"In the future, if she treats me well, I'll be filial to her, otherwise I'll be superficial. Don't let her try to bully us!"

Anyway, since ancient times, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has mostly been incompatible, and it is easier to make evil than good.

Not only did they deal with each other in vain, but they also fulfilled Song Yao's wish.

"You don't have to tell me specifically what you want to do."

It was the first time for Jun Yan to put on clothes for someone. Although it was a bit difficult at first, but fortunately Song Yao was just picking her mouth, and she raised her hands and retracted her waist very cooperatively, but some movements inevitably touched her body. She was so soft, her body froze, she was extremely shy, and subconsciously backed away, her ears were red, and she was about to bleed.

On the contrary, it was Jun Yan, who was not as jerky as before, so this song skirt was very smooth for Song Yao to wear.

It's just that the red string at the neckline is tied to the back of the skin. Song Yao wanted to reach out to tie it, but she couldn't reach it, so Jun Yan slapped it away with one hand, "Don't rub it, the clothes are messed up."

He opened her neckline, rubbed his cool fingertips against her scorching-hot skin like cream, quickly tied a knot in the red rope, then withdrew his hand, breathed loosely, and took the handkerchief aside for Song You wiped off the messy lip balm.

Song Yao squinted her eyes and drowsy while being served by him, but she didn't forget to mention, "Remember to put on lip balm again!"

"Don't want Lang Hong, but Ji Hong."

Jun Yan paused with his fingertips: "...What is the difference between these two colors?"

Song Yao: "The difference is that one is Lang Hong and the other is Ji Hong. It's so obvious. Can't you just see it with your eyes?"

"..."

Come on, listen to what you say, it's like a word.

Jun Yan decided not to talk about this for now, looking at her black hair scattered on the couch, said, "Comb your hair first, and then apply lip balm later."

Song Yao was a little scared when he heard that Jun Yan was going to dress himself at first, but now he heard that this guy was going to comb his hair, he couldn't help being a little suspicious.

A prince who is usually served by others, his hair is tied by servants, and he has to come to comb her hair. Isn't this difficult for others?

Unexpectedly, after Jun Yan finished speaking, he went straight to the side of the couch, picked up the little girl's scattered beaded flower hairpins in his hand, and then asked someone to stand in front of him.

Song Yao muttered, slowly and reluctantly, "When Banxia brushes my hair, I always sit down."

Jun Yan glanced at her, "Today is different from the past."

Song Yao knew that she couldn't be proud anymore, so she walked over, "You didn't even have a wooden comb."

Reaching out to hold the little girl's black hair, Jun Yan tried to braid her, but found it a little complicated, stood up, and said concisely, "Turn."

Ok?
Song Yao stared at him with misty deer eyes.

Jun Yan pinched her fair and tender cheeks, and repeated, "Will you turn around? Turn around."

Song Yao: "..."

He urged so hard that Song Yao had no choice but to do it. The side hall was bursting with sandalwood, and the little girl's skirt swayed at her feet like blooming begonia petals.

Jun Yan pressed her fingertips on her shoulders, looked at the twisted black hair, and said casually, "Hurry up."

Song Yao's head is a little dizzy. She has a good balance, but she gets dizzy when she turns around, and occasionally she gets dizzy when she is in a carriage. I heard that this kind of dizziness seems to have something to do with the structure of the human brain. Naturally, Song Yao doesn't want others to think of her There is something wrong with my brain, I don’t want to steam the steamed buns to fight for my breath, but I just turn my calf upside down and turn faster, the fragrance of crabapple flowers blooming on the wrists blows towards my face, enveloping the faint fragrance and milky fragrance of the girl, rubbing against Junyan’s ankle Everywhere, the crispy tickle is captivating.

With Song Yao's unremitting efforts, the two locks of hair in Jun Yan's hands took shape, and he coiled them on both sides for Song Yao, with hair ropes, silk flowers and hairpins.

Song Yao stopped, she didn't know what year it was, she could only see a few golden birds flying above her head, the sky was spinning, she endured the nausea in her stomach, and fell into Jun Yan's arms like this.

"I saw, God, heaven, vomit~~"

Song Yao muttered, she had never been wronged like this before, she was so dizzy that she didn't know how to swear, she kept wanting to vomit, her eyes were spinning when she opened and closed her eyes, so she held Jun Yan's jacket tightly, for fear of ever getting out of bed. In the opponent's arms - a safe place to fly out.

(End of this chapter)