Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 188 Things Are Not What You Think

Feng Qian handed over the notebook in her hand, pursed her lips and said, "It's definitely not the type you like."

Jun Moying raised her eyebrows, and received it in her hand: "I haven't read it yet, but Qianqian already knows that I don't like it?"

Before he could open it, the words "Chronicle of Brothel" on the cover came into his eyes, and his complexion suddenly turned dark.

This little thing is on purpose, right?
How dare you see this kind of thing in the palace? !
"Who gave it to you?"

"Why are you so fierce? I wanted to see it myself, I found it myself! Don't think about punishing other people in Fengyang Palace." Feng Qian was afraid of hurting Dongyang, so she paused, and finally added: " If you really don't like it, I just don't watch this."

Anyway, there are many others.

Jun Moying knew that there was still a knot in her heart, so she pondered for a moment, and decided to postpone this issue.Now at this stall, the most important thing is to explain the matter clearly first, and we can't let a wave of unrest come up again.

"Then don't read it." Jun Moying casually threw the damn "The Chronicle of the Brothel" aside, then looked at Feng Qian seriously, and gently cupped her small face with his big palm, "Tell me, where is it not?" happy?"

Feng Qian was stunned for a moment, and then asked back: "What's not happy?"

She looked at the man in front of her in a daze: "What are you talking about?"

Jun Moying was annoyed by her.

This little thing has learned the ability to pretend to be stupid.

But, he couldn't laugh.

"No?" Jun Moying's hand holding her face changed to lightly pinching her chin, clearly feeling her body suddenly froze, as if she wanted to break free, but was forcibly restrained by her.

Her heart twitched, and the pain spread thinly, and Jun Moying's eyes froze slightly, and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around her, and pressed her tightly in his arms.

Since when did she refuse to reveal her true wishes in front of him?
"Qianqian, I know what you're thinking, but things are not what you think..."

"Jun Moying." Feng Qian frowned, interrupting him.

"I'm really not thinking about anything, it's because you think too much."

The cool little face was pressed against his chest by the man. Even through the thick winter clothes, Feng Qian still felt the temperature from his body, which was very clear and warm.

The corner of the mouth slanted, revealing an unknown depth.

Feng Qian raised her head from his arms and looked at him with a smile: "For dinner, I have someone make tea-flavored chicken. You must have never eaten it. I will satisfy you in a while."

Jun Moying's temples twitched, and then twitched again, feeling frustrated.

It was the first time in my life that I wanted to explain to someone, but that person didn't bother to talk about him.

But if you think she is heartless, you are wrong.

Jun Moying knew that she just didn't want to hear him talk about that matter—at least for now.Don't look at her bright smile, she might not be able to squeeze him out in her heart.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Feng Qian pouted, "Let me tell you, I made this myself, no one has eaten it!"

Well, she's shameless again.

"En, I believe you." Jun Moying patted her on the shoulder helplessly.

"Then let's go out and see if dinner is ready. If it's not ready, I have to find something to cushion my stomach." Feng Qian touched her thin belly and said.

Jun Moying glanced down, but still couldn't figure out why this little thing was eating and drinking all day long, but didn't grow any flesh?
The belly is so flat, it's like it hasn't eaten for a few days.

(End of this chapter)