Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 257 A Sweet Smile
Xuanyuanchen turned his head, pursed his lips slightly, and made a movement to silence him.

Then, she gave him a warning look and signaled him to get out of here.

My grandfather's eyes were too scary, Qing Juechen was threatened by the eye knife, hurriedly retreated quietly, and waited obediently outside the bedroom door.

After a while, Xuanyuanchen opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

Qing Juechen replied: "Master, that old dog has returned to the palace. He is getting bolder and bolder. He dares to accept money from our Eighth Prince's Mansion?"

"It's good if you don't show your feet."

Xuanyuanchen's expression was cold: "He will spit it out after eating."

Qing Juechen suffocated very hard, and finally couldn't help asking: "The master rushed back to the house, because of the little girl inside?"

"She is Miss Eighth Prince's Mansion, I don't want to hear what you say about little girls next time."

Xuanyuanchen gave him a sharp knife, and looked back at the dimly lit place, his expression suddenly softened a lot, and his tone was full of pampering.

"The little thing is afraid of thunder. She is frightened. Only this king can comfort her."

Qing Juechen was a little bit unwell.

Originally, he just asked casually.

How could my lord, with such an evil temperament, take the risk of being dismissed for the sake of a young girl who didn't look good?
As a result, he was taken aback by his master's words.

I didn't expect the master to rush back so much, even using his trump card.

Really for a small ink bowl.

The reason is even more unbearable to look at, she is afraid of thunder.

Also, why did the master say that only this king can comfort her? Qing Juechen was full of arrogance when he heard it.

I really don't understand my master, that's all. Zao Chao took such a big risk to return home, just because he was able to protect the little girl in the bedroom, so he was proud.

Where does this sense of pride come from?
Such a prince, or the Eight Evil Kings who acted vigorously, cut hands fiercely, and everyone's face changed when they heard about it?
Qing Juechen only felt that he was an unfamiliar and very strange existence.

This reason for stopping the court simply refreshed his three views.

Qing Juechen's unbelievable expression betrayed him, and Xuanyuanchen hated his attitude very much.

What happened to him petting the little thing?
"Remember clearly in the future, Mo Xiaowan is your little master."

Xuanyuanchen was very dissatisfied with his unconvinced look, and kicked him hard: "Go away!"

"How can master be so ruthless?"

Qing Juechen had a bitter face: "The master has run out of subordinates, so don't have subordinates..."

What is this saying?

If the little thing heard about it, it would surely confirm his notoriety of liking men, so Xuanyuanchen gave Qing Juechen a sharp look.He hurriedly fell silent, and disappeared into the rain with a whoosh.

"Mother, Xiao Lang..."

The Eighth Prince returned to the bedroom, the little thing was rolling on the bed, as if he was having a nightmare, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

Xuanyuanchen was afraid that she would be awakened by the nightmare, so he hugged her tightly. Mo Xiaowan smelled the mint fragrance on his body in his dream, and his mind seemed to be much more peaceful.

In the dream, he stretched out his big hand to hold her little hand, and everyone in the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion knelt down and prostrated, very majestic.

As soon as the Eighth Prince appeared, that demon Mo Xiaocheng was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

So, Mo Xiaowan in his sleep put his arms around Xuanyuan Chen's arm and smiled sweetly.

The smile in her dream was a little frightened and a little smug, and it made a giggling sound, echoing in the empty bedroom.

Xuanyuanchen couldn't help laughing for a moment, and his tone was indulgent and helpless: "Little thing, go to sleep!"

"Well, there is my king here."

(End of this chapter)