Touching the grave and shocking the marriage, the coffin man came up on the couch

Chapter 48 Ghosts miss him!

A faint blush climbed up the pink and jade-carved little face, this strange feeling made Xiaolong Qingjue's heart beat wildly.

What... what happened to him?
The dark eyes couldn't help but glance at Leng Ran, who had gradually stopped coughing. The breeze blew by, raising her long hair, and the warm sunlight shone through the window, covering her body with a faint golden light. , the woman in front of her has delicate eyebrows, and her eyes are clear and bright, like a pearl at night, shining brightly and shaking people's hearts.

"Ahem, don't worry, Father Tianhe... Father will be back soon. Tell him yourself that since he has married you, he will naturally help you."

Coughing lightly, Long Qingjue concealed the obsession in his eyes, and said awkwardly.

"really?"

Leng Ran raised her eyes in surprise, and her eyes fell into Long Qingjue's darker pupils at night. She saw clearly that there were two little hers reflected in those pupils.

This little kid is still kind of cute.

He was happy in his heart, so the smiles on Leng Ran's face gradually increased, and he was even more defenseless against the child's Long Qingjue, happily serving him rice and soup.

"However, don't think that you can escape from the Dragon King's Mansion!"

The joy and peace in Leng Ran's eyes naturally did not escape Long Qingjue's eyes. She wouldn't just leave her grandma behind after she saved her life. A kind of contract he left in Yangjian, he couldn't let her leave him.

The strong and domineering words had a hint of warning, which made the corners of Leng Ran's mouth twitch a few times.

But he didn't refute it. He was indeed his own son, and he spoke in the same tone.

She didn't expect to remarry again in this life, as long as grandma was safe and he didn't hurt her, she was willing to take care of her son for him.

"Hey, little guy, what's your name?"

Leng Ran leaned over and asked with a smile.

This guy has always been a king, just like his father, she can't call him a prince.

"The king is thirsty."

Putting down the porridge bowl, Long Qingjue looked up at the expectant Leng Ran, but did not answer Leng Ran's words.

What, did this guy not tell her?Then she will call him a little boy?Or little ghost, Xiaolong Qingjue?

"The king is thirsty!"

Seeing that Leng Ran didn't respond, Long Qingjue frowned again into a caterpillar, his handsome face turned cold, and he hummed these four words again from the tip of his nose.

"I'm thirsty to drink water."

Almost subconsciously, Leng Ran took it like this.

"Make tea for this king!"

Long Qingjue exploded, Leng Ran was so startled that he almost dropped the soup bowl in his hand.

She quickly stood up, grabbed the teapot and ran out without looking back.

I almost forgot that this master is a ghost.

He is really a fastidious ghost, really, how could Long Qingjue have such a son!
Looking around, the yard is ridiculously big, just wandering around in and out of the room for a while, Leng Ran felt a little dizzy.

Where is this kitchen?
Didn't there be a girl last night?Why is there no one here this morning?In such a large yard, deserted and deserted, I couldn't find someone to ask for directions.

Surrounding rockeries, flower beds, nine curved corridors...

Leng Ran didn't have the heart to watch, and she was thinking about the little guy's temper, for fear that he would get angry if he was late, and when Long Qingjue came back, he found that his precious son was offended by her, and he would definitely not save grandma. What can I do?
(End of this chapter)