Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 660

Uncle, do you still want to face?
Mo Xiaowan was embraced from behind by him, and he was extremely embarrassed even when he was breathing.

The small body trembled gently in his arms, like a flower shyly shy in the night wind.

He saw her all?

And she also saw him many times?
Mo Xiaowan felt the breath of the person behind him, and felt his whole body was burning hot.

When she fell off the cliff a year ago, she already understood her own intentions. She knew that this person had long since had a domineering posture. He drove straight in like that, broke into her life, and became a part of her life.

He was hijacked by his elder brother to go to Xueshanwu, and whenever he dreamed back in the middle of the night, the flood of longing never stopped.

After tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is her due date.

Jiji means that he has grown up, and it's time to be honest with himself?
"Uncle Xuanyuan, he was born as Mo Xiaowan's man and died as Mo Xiaowan's ghost. Now that you have made this contract, you cannot go back on it!"

On the small island in the middle of the lake, the sky was full of red maple trees being blown down by the wind. Would she be particularly domineering when she said this?

The atmosphere must be very good, right?

If she threw out the contract for something that was not done a year ago, would someone's face be blackened?
Because he was so engrossed in his thoughts, he giggled a few times, smelled the breath on his body, closed his eyes and smiled and fell into a dream.

This is a pain for Mr. Mou, who is completely unable to extricate himself from being teased by little things.

Hearing her slight snoring, turning her small body, looking at the sleeping man curled up in her arms, he was speechless for a while.

How heartless!

can you sleep in such condition?

A certain king felt the heat in his heart getting hotter and hotter. He sighed helplessly, tucked up the quilt for her, and left the bedroom.

He threw himself into the cold tub and cooled down for a while, before finally calming down the raging flames in his body.

After the little thing came back from Xueshanwu, a certain king felt that she was teasing him all the time.

The time for the wedding ceremony is obviously very near, and only after the wedding ceremony is completed, he wants to show his heart on the small island in the middle of the lake, among the red maple trees in the sky, and ask her to marry him.

However, this very short day and two nights seemed so long to him.

It's just because the little things around him are too cute, but his self-control is getting worse and worse, and he is completely lost in her eyes, which are like the sea of ​​stars.

Early the next morning, Mo Xiaowan was awakened by Uncle Lu's voice.

"My lord, the palace sent an imperial doctor to the palace, saying that he came to diagnose the lord's condition."

"Oh?"

A cold snort came from the bedroom next door: "It's really time."

"No, I heard that the queen mother sent someone to our palace this time."

Uncle Lu reported truthfully: "Recently, the Changchun Palace has been doing a lot of things. That day Xiaowan slapped Si Buliang twice at the gate of the city. He went to the palace crying to find the Queen Mother, and was scolded by the Queen Mother."

"Useless pustule, just crying."

A certain king who protected the shortcoming said coldly: "However, after hearing the news that this king is sick in bed, how dare you despise the Eighth Prince's Mansion? You should be scratched by a little wild cat."

"Master, the Empress Dowager has always doted on Young Master Situ, there must be no reason to reprimand him suddenly. It's not simple behind this."

Uncle Lu said angrily: "I heard that after Si Buliang came out of the palace, the Situ family ordered a large pile of cloth and clothes in the Yuyi Pavilion for the past few days, as if they were going to arrange a wedding. The slaves sent someone to inquire secretly. She is going to our house to propose a marriage."

(End of this chapter)