The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 202 Sang Jue stared at Ning Fei's flat stomach

Ning Jiaman's acting skills saved her life, and the Lord Long Live only held the responsibility of the crew who repaired the ship.

Sang Jue was on the boat, which surprised Lord Long Live.

"Ha ha."

"Ha ha."

The two laughed awkwardly and familiarly. Sang Jue wanted to go to the back room, but Long Live God stopped him.

Sang Jue was very agile, but Gu Qin was blocking the door.

"Eldest princess, little princess is resting inside, it's inconvenient for outsiders to disturb you here."

Lord Long Live gave Gu Qin an appreciative look.

Sang Jue was not happy when she heard this: "Outsider? Is this princess an outsider? But you, a mere guard dares to block my way, let me get out of the way!"

Gu Qin refused.

Sang Jue: "Will you let me go?"

Gu Qin remained motionless.

Sang Jue stepped on Gu Qin's instep, and Gu Qin's face turned green from the pain!
Long live God felt pain for him when he saw it.

Sang Jue proudly glanced at Gu Qin, who had been trampled into a half-cripple by her, and flung her flowing hair behind her ears: "Hmph, I dare you to stop this princess again."

Gu Qin still didn't stop Sang Jue, but Long Live Lord reluctantly followed behind, "Keep your voice down, don't wake up my daughter!"

Sang Jue squinted at Lord Long Live, and said, "I'm not here to sing."

Lord Long Live was speechless.

When Sang Jue saw Chacha lying on the bed with her little face flushed from sleep, her heart instantly softened into spring water at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Chacha drank the ginger soup, and now her whole body was very hot. After a while, she fell asleep and kicked the quilt away, revealing her round big white fat belly that rose and fell.

Concubine Ning was about to go forward to cover Chacha with a quilt, but Sang Jue stopped Concubine Ning solemnly, "Don't move!"

Concubine Ning: "???"

Sang Jue raised her eyes in pure black night clothes: "Let me do it."

Concubine Ning: "..."

Concubine Ning pushed her to His Majesty's side, watching Sang Jue tiptoely put the quilt over Chacha's big white and fat belly, and after covering it, she lightly poked Chacha's face with her fingertips.

How dare she do it while Chacha is asleep?
Long Live Lord really wanted to pick up Sang Jue by the collar and throw her out!

After Sang Jue covered her with the quilt, she began to scrutinize Concubine Ning with mischievous eyes.

Could it be another opponent who wants to grab his concubine?

Long Live Lord immediately put Concubine Ning in his arms, looked at Sang Jue warily, and asked bluntly, "What do you want to do?"

Heh, it must be another bad egg!

Sang Jue stared at Concubine Ning's flat stomach, and asked her with a smirk: "I want to see if there is any movement in my mother's stomach. If there is any movement, do you mind giving me Chacha to raise it? I promise, as long as you I will never stop you when you want to meet, do you want to think about it carefully?"

Long Live Lord sneered, and directly cut off Sang Jue's thoughts: "Even if Concubine Ning's stomach moves, you don't want to play Chacha!"

After getting out of the cabin, Ning Jiaman patted her chest as if she had survived a catastrophe.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly at that time and cried so realistically, otherwise this life might really have to be explained here.

"stop."

Before Ning Jiaman could recover, Chong Jin's voice sounded behind her.

She stopped and turned around.

She had always thought about being able to marry the prince and become a princess, but she never expected that Chongjin would give up the position of prince on his own initiative, which really disappointed her.

But even if Chongjin gave up the crown prince, he would still be the heir of His Majesty and the Empress, Ning Jiaman was not so willing to perfunctorily salute: "See the First Prince."

(End of this chapter)