The shocking rules of the wedding night: Lord, I will wait for you to divorce your wife

In front of the book desk, there were two people sitting on the same chair. The man was elegant and peaceful, drawing with a brush, while the stunning beauty who sat quietly and concentrated on grinding for him had a smile on her face and her eyes were picturesque.

What an affectionate picture of handsome men and beautiful women.

Mo Yihuai's eyes turned cold, but the coldness disappeared in an instant.

"Brother Wang is here." Mo Liancheng raised his head slightly, looked at the person standing at the door with a faint smile, glanced at Yu Hao who came in after him, and gave him a signal.

"Tan'er has met the great prince." Qu Tan'er did not move too slowly, seeing that the words in Mo Liancheng fell, she followed suit.It's just that, unlike in the past when she got up and saluted, she always sat there demurely.It's just because... Mo Liancheng has already shifted all the weight of his body on her body, so she doesn't even have a chance to move.

Should she be happy that he trusted her so much, or should she be sad and urge him to drag herself into the water?

"You don't need to be polite. I didn't expect the relationship between the two of you to be so good. I'm really enviable." Mo Yihuai chuckled, walked into the room slowly, and then sat down in the study On the guest seat on the lower right, and the eyes will always sweep towards Qu Tan'er intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's the lord who treats Tan'er well. It's Tan'er's blessing to be married with the Eighth Prince. It makes the great lord laugh." Qu Tan'er smiled shyly, her eyebrows drooping slightly, showing the standard gentle little woman's posture.

It's just... she vomits, this is really not what people said.

"Eighth Prince is really blessed." Mo Yihuai said in a bad mood.

"Haha, this king also feels the same. But, what is the big brother coming to see this king today?" Mo Liancheng smiled heartily, and immediately turned to the main topic. The wound on his shoulder was slightly cracked, but he didn't even frown. Can't even wrinkle.

"Don't tell me, this king almost forgot. Last night, an assassin entered my palace. When the guards chased them out, they said they saw the assassin enter the Eighth Prince's Mansion. They didn't dare to disturb the eighth prince late at night, but they always Waiting outside the mansion, but no assassin came out. So, I came here to ask the Eighth Prince, is there anything unusual in the mansion last night?" Mo Yi looked at Mo Liancheng meaningfully, perhaps to observe Mo Liancheng's reaction.

"What? There is such a thing?" Mo Liancheng looked at him in shock. He was completely out of shape for what he said. Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly turned his gaze to Qu Tan'er and asked, "Did the princess watch it last night?" What assassin? Or did you hear anything?"

"There are no assassins, but..."

"But what?" Mo Yihuai narrowed his eyes and stared at Qu Tan'er.

"Oh, but what?" Mo Liancheng looked at her with interest, also waiting for her answer.

"However, Tan'er only sees you, the lord. Otherwise, why would Tan'er be here at this time, and why would the lord be painting." Qu Tan'er smiled lightly, speaking leisurely and more casually.

Mo Yihuai glanced at her, a little disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"If it comes to assassins, Tan'er really didn't hear people mentioning it. I wonder if the great prince made a mistake. Everything in the mansion was fine last night. If you don't believe me, you can ask the Eighth Prince." Qu Tan'er Saying it softly, he immediately raised his head and looked at Mo Liancheng with tenderness.

Mo Liancheng was also staring at her tenderly.

The four eyes met softly, seemingly overflowing with affection...