Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 203 Call Me Husband

No matter how angry Ming Qianjue was, it turned into distress and helplessness at this moment. He reached out and rubbed her gently, then gathered his inner strength in the palm of his hand, and pressed her gently.

Feng Nuanyang's tightly frowned brows gradually relaxed over time, with a peaceful look between his brows, he moved his body, found the most comfortable position, and leaned against his arms.

"Don't fight with others in the future, wait for me if you have something to do," Ming Qianjue felt very regretful when he thought of the late step just now. Every time this girl has something to do, he is always not by her side. I really wish I could tie her with a rope. body.

"It's not that I wanted to fight, she rushed over first." Feng Nuanyang calmed down when he thought of the woman's arrogance just now, and became angry and wronged again: "She also trampled on the flower you gave me .”

"Are you fighting because of the flowers?" Ming Qianjue's eyes lit up, and the brows relaxed. Just now, he was full of concern, but now there is a little sweetness in his heart.

"Could it be that what do you think it's for?" Feng Nuanyang pouted, and told what happened, clenched his fists, still very angry.

Ming Qianjue stretched out his hand to rub her hair, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling up, and his voice was smiling: "I thought you were doing it for that Si Yanyu." What, it turned out that Nuan Yang wasn't for that man at all, and he didn't even give him his eyes, which made him feel particularly good.

Feng Nuanyang was stunned, his eyes glanced suspiciously over his softened face: "Just now you were silent and sullen, so you were jealous!"

Ming Qianjue was taken aback for a moment, but when she realized what this sentence meant, a look of unnaturalness flashed in her eyes, she stretched out her hand and flicked her forehead, and said as a matter of course: "You are my woman, it is normal for me to be jealous." There is nothing embarrassing to admit this matter, he just doesn't like her to look at other men more, let alone fight for other men, that is something he cannot tolerate.

Feng Nuanyang opened his eyes wide, stared at him for a long time, his eyes fell on his ears, he stretched out his hand and pinched it: "Uncle, you are so old, why do you always like to blush?"

Ming Qianjue twitched the corners of her mouth, what a loving and warm atmosphere, but this girl was so cold every time, he stretched out his hand to hold the troublesome hand: "How many times have I said, don't call me uncle!" He is 30 years old How could he become an uncle when he was young and strong?
"Why don't you call me Uncle?" Feng Nuanyang's face became serious, his eyes slid from his dark eyes to his body, "Calling you Mr. Qian?"

No matter how you call it, how strange it is!Ming Qianjue frowned, his eyes fell on the curious girl with wide eyes, a little helpless: "Can't you shout something nice?"

"Sounds good?" Feng Nuanyang thought about it seriously, then shook his head, "It seems impolite to call you Qian Jue, Xiao Qian, Xiao Jue, but it's not suitable for you at your age, or tell me, How to shout?"

Ming Qianjue caught the flash of slyness in her eyes, and knew that this girl was playful again. He emphasized again: "Aren't I your man? Just call me husband." Anyway, sooner or later they will get married, he It doesn't matter if she shouts first, those red soft lips are so small and cute, he really wants to hear what it feels like to shout out from this mouth.

There was an undercurrent flashing in his eyes, Feng Nuanyang looked at his sunken eyes, and could guess that he was not thinking of anything good at the moment.

She leaned forward, put her mouth next to his ear and said three words softly: "Think beautifully!"

(End of this chapter)