All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"I'm not angry. There's nothing to be angry about." Mingming's cheeks were bulging with anger, but Qiyin pretended to be calm and rolled her eyes to look up, but she didn't look at him.

Xiao Jingchen lowered his head to her ear, the scorching breath made Qiyin's ears a little hot, and whispered inarticulate tenderness, "Duplicity girl."

With a sound of ah, Qiyin realized that he was being lifted up into the air, and wrapped his hands around Xiao Jingchen's neck, and with a light breath brushing her cheek, Qiyin turned her head uncomfortably.

Xiaoqin covered her mouth and smiled, watching Xiao Jingchen carry the young lady into the palace, her little tail flashed knowingly.

"I've been guarding outside for a long time, um, my hands are so cold."

"Of course it's been planned for a long time, and you have to cooperate with the right time, place and people to be able to get your group of beauties without fail." Qiyin said proudly, seeing his reproachful expression, said displeasedly: "You blame me Scared all your beauties away!" As long as you dare to say yes, see if she doesn't bite him.

"Next time you do this kind of thing, you can order others to do it. Smart people should know how to use their strength to fight instead of hurting themselves, hurting the enemy a thousand, and hurting themselves eight hundred." She grabbed her cold hand and covered it. In the palm of his hand, Xiao Jingchen flashed his heartache, "There will never be such a thing again." It was because he didn't think carefully, he should have made a tautology long ago, so that they would not dare to act rashly.

"Don't you blame me?"

"What's your fault?" Xiao Jingchen nodded her nose, "No matter what trouble you get into, remember me, as long as I'm here, I'll help you clean up the mess."

"Aren't you afraid to spoil me?"

"It's good to be spoiled, so spoiled that you can never leave me." Even if you get used to his warmth, as long as you have an attachment, you can't give it up.

Qiyin stared at him, touched his jade-smooth face, and kissed his soft and sweet lips like a flower, "Xiao Jingchen, don't always be so restless." In fact, she also cares about him very much. She didn't know how to convey this concern to him.

Grabbing her wrist, Xiao Jingchen brought her back into his arms, and gradually deepened the kiss. Even if he hugged her for real, he still felt uneasy, so he couldn't let her take a step away from him, because he couldn't bear it, only the night Only when I hug her to sleep at night can I close my eyes until dawn.

Maybe he was afraid that if he opened his eyes and couldn't see her, he would suspect that this kind of happiness was just a dream.

"Ayin, will you marry me?"

Qiyin, who was in his arms, was taken aback when he heard the words, and stared blankly at his shining eyes, those black eyes like abyss, with fatal attraction, making people willing to sink.

Stretching out her hand, she caressed his beautiful eyebrows, smiled, and nodded emphatically.

"You really agreed." Grabbing her hand with excitement, Xiao Jingchen asked again in disbelief.

"Yes yes yes." With her head buried in his chest, Qiyin grinned and answered energetically.

"A Yin." Xiao Jingchen picked her up, twirled her around, and kissed her between the brows, his whole heart was softened into a stream of lake water, filled with tender affection, and his hoarse voice was full of magnetism, "Ah Yin, I will give you the grandest wedding."

Up and down Jincheng, people talk about the wedding of the new King Jin. Every household is tied with red silk. The streets and alleys are more lively than the New Year. Red lanterns are hung all over the place, and the atmosphere is filled with festive happiness. smell.