Evil King, your vest fell off

854 The Finale 8
The lingering night between him and her was not so much that he was raped, it was better to say that he was pushed halfway. At that time, the beauty was like a flower, her face was rosy, she was wearing that red dress, and her face was full of smiles. When she stretched out her magic palm to him, he was clearly conscious, But half-heartedly obeyed her.

He is selfish. He knows that the two of them should not have any intersection, but he still longs for the sunshine she brings him in his heart.

He kept her by his side, and he was obviously responsible. This girl secretly rejoiced for a long time, thinking that her plot had finally succeeded, but unexpectedly, she had already fallen into his trap.

He thought that as long as he kept her by his side and set aside time to pamper her, it would be fine, but the married life is far from that. What's more, he couldn't give her the title she wanted, but gave it to Cui Yunling. He knew that She felt uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do. He lived for the throne in this life, and he had to live with the support of the prime minister.

"Nuanyang, do you know? What I regret the most in this life is that I should have insisted at the beginning. Maybe, the result will be different now." He stood up suddenly, dressed in white, with sadness brewing on his handsome face and lifeless.

The sun above his head is very strong, but it can no longer shine into his heart. He has thought about it countless times these days. Maybe she would have a good life if he didn't provoke her. Now there are several children, and there is one who loves her A man wouldn't let her cry, let her suppress her all these years, if he had decided to keep her by his side, could fight and persist with her father, maybe they would have a different result now.

But just maybe, just if, she is gone, there will never be another woman in this world who puts him wholeheartedly in her heart.

He held Yuan Bao's hand, and the figure of Suji leaving was reflected in Feng Nuanyang's mind for a long time.

Suddenly the cry of the child came from the room, Feng Nuanyang stood for a while, then hurried into the room, picked up the child and hummed softly.

The two children were the size of cats at the beginning, and now they have grown a lot in the past two months. She gently pinched the children's soft hands, feeling satisfied in her heart, but when Yao Jinling flashed across her mind, she couldn't stop Depressed, some unpleasant, regret, self-blame...

Under the dim light, she was holding the child quietly, her plump body and delicate facial features were covered with a soft halo.

When Ming Qianjue walked in, seeing such a scene, his heart moved, he went up and reached out to hug the girl next to her, and then sat next to her: "What are you thinking?"

Feng Nuanyang watched him pick up his daughter as usual, and complained a little: "You are really patriarchal, your daughter is your daughter, and so is your son, you are extremely partial to being a father!"

Ming Qianjue teased the daughter in her arms. Over the past few days, the daughter's body has grown up a little bit, her black eyes have become bigger and bigger, and her facial features have gradually become recognizable, resembling her stupid mother , he likes it in his heart, and he is more and more attached to this daughter, wishing to go out and put her on his body.

"A son should be self-improvement, and a daughter should love her heart. This is the principle since ancient times," Ming Qianjue felt very natural. When he was a child, his father always treated him well. He wanted to wear off his dependence and exercise his body and mind. He didn't have much affection for that ruthless father, but he felt that his actions made some sense. He glanced at the man eating tofu in Feng Nuanyang's arms, wrinkled, and showed disapproval in his eyes: "A loving mother is a loser, you You can't hug him like this, put him on the bed quickly and let him play by himself."

(End of this chapter)