Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1062 Draw a lot
"When I think of giving birth to a little Chenzi like you, I still have a cold face, hahaha, it's so funny, so funny, if you say I pinch his face, will he stare at me angrily?"

"Dare he?"

When Xuanyuanchen thought of giving birth to a little Chenzi, he must be pink and cute, and would please his wife more than him, a faint jealousy arose in his heart, and his tone was sour.

"This king hopes to be a little girl, as beautiful as a lady, and as sweet as her smile."

"puff!"

Thinking of being carried back to the Eighth Prince's Mansion by a certain king from Weiyuan Hou's Mansion, Mo Xiaowan did not know how many troubles he had caused?
He was furious, and he was reluctant to do anything to her. Thinking about it now, the feeling of having someone in his heart but not knowing it was love, aftertaste, it was very sweet!

Xuanyuanchen rubbed her little head: "What are you laughing at?"

"What if it's a little trick?"

Mo Xiaowan rubbed his stomach with a happy face: "As naughty as I was when I first entered the Eighth Prince's Mansion, I was naughty and made trouble all day long, which made our prince very angry."

"This king's little princess can do whatever she likes, and this king will pamper her and protect her."

When he thought of a little girl like Mo Xiaowan, hugging his neck, calling father, hug me; father, kiss me; father, play with me.

It's too late to pet her.

How could he be willing to punish her?
He just thought, like pampering a lady, holding her in the palm of his hand and protecting her, afraid of melting in his mouth.

I can't wait to give her all the love in the world.

How could he be willing to say something harsh to her?
Thinking of a small bowl, calling him father, Xuanyuan Chen's cold face softened suddenly, and the corners of his lips stretched into a beautiful arc, which was even more gorgeous and romantic than Sanchun's peach blossoms.

Mo Xiaowan had a sore nose.

"Wow, I'm going to fall out of favor."

"Fool! You are my treasure, the shining pearl in my heart. With her, I will only love you more, add my love for her to love you, and love you more than anything else in this world." .”

Therefore, Mo Xiaowan felt that the peach blossoms in these three springs were really intoxicating.

As the breeze blew, the petals on the peach tree fell one after another, falling on her head and his head, and they also floated into the food box and landed on the steps at the foot.

This kind of pampering and love oath made by a certain king makes people intoxicated.

Mo Xiaowan was drunk, lazy and didn't want to climb the stone steps.

Because of her protruding stomach, Xuanyuanchen was afraid of crushing the little bun in her belly, so he had to hug her horizontally and use lightness kung fu all the way to the top of the mountain.

Climbing like this is much faster.

When Xuanyuanchen climbed up the last step with Mo Xiaowan in his arms, Xie Qianhao took Yuan Zhen's little hand and was looking forward to it on the top of the mountain.

"Sister Wan'er!"

Yuan Zhen flew over.

Xie Qianhao felt a little negligent because he didn't wait for his sister, and scratched his head feeling a little sorry.

"It's finally here, and I can still catch up with the incense to fulfill my wish."

A group of four entered the main hall, offered incense and bowed down.

Yuan Zhen and Xie Qianhao stood up after prostrating three times and nine times. Mo Xiaowan knelt on the futon and muttered something, as if praying sincerely. Xuanyuanchen knelt beside him.

After kneeling for about half a stick of incense, Mo Xiaowan finally stopped with trembling lips.

Xuanyuanchen was afraid that she would get dizzy due to pregnancy, so he hurried to help her up.

This scene fell into the eyes of the old monk in the lottery bucket. Seeing the loving scene of this couple, he looked over with a smile in his eyes.

When Xuanyuanchen supported Mo Xiaowan to get up, his brows were slightly frowned.

The love in this world, separate and reunite, reunite and reunite.

How can there be so many good and happy marriages if we didn't cultivate so many blessings in this life in the previous life?
The old monk said leisurely:
"Two benefactors, draw a lot!"

(End of this chapter)