A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 567 You just admit it
Meng Yan was breathless from his kiss, and couldn't help wanting to laugh, two hoarse chuckles faintly escaped from the corners of her mouth, and she murmured: "You have no choice, so you came to gag my mouth..."

After all, she regretted it a little.

Because Yin Heng kissed her even more fiercely, her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, limp.

She was imprisoned in the square inch between the bedpost and him, unable to advance or retreat.

The strong masculine breath took away every inch of her breath, it was all his smell.

The kiss spilled out of the corner of her mouth, and she raised her chin slightly. The delicate, white and flawless skin made the corners of her kissed red lips very beautiful and charming.

The kiss fell on her ear and neck, Meng Yan had to tilt her head, trying to avoid it, unconsciously raised a seductive arc on her lips, breathlessly said: "Don't make trouble... the child is watching..."

He bit her earlobe at once, wrapping the wet and hot tip of his tongue, without any warning, Meng Yan almost lost his footing, clutching the hem of his clothes in his hand, and snorted softly, the shattered light in his eyes instantly piled up The corners of the eyes are full of fragrance, crumbling.

She seemed to beg for mercy and said: "I surrender, I surrender..."

In the end, Yin Heng didn't continue.

Meng Yan thought to herself, luckily there was a child in the room, otherwise she might not have escaped so easily.

Afterwards, Meng Yan sat on the bed, still a little breathless for a long time.

She lowered her head and took the sachet in her hand, with a kind of joy and peace in her expression because of him.

She played back and forth tirelessly, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice, and said: "Before, you were on all possible precautions, just to prevent me from doing this?"

Yin Heng didn't answer her, but let the nanny come in and take the child out.

Meng Yan happily opened the kit, sniffed it, and smiled again: "Don't deny it, although there is no embroidery on the kit, the medicinal materials inside are exactly the same as the ones I put in your kit before."

In order to prove that it was indeed him who made it, Meng Yan took out the medicinal materials in front of him, and showed him the inside of the kit, and said, "Don't think I can't find it, it's embroidered with yours." The name. It’s not what you said, if you want to embroider something as a gift, you should embroider it with your own name.”

Inside the brocade bag, there was indeed a word "Heng" embroidered on it.

And it looks much better than the characters embroidered by Meng Yan.

While leisurely putting the medicinal materials back into the kit, she said: "When I have a good talk with you, you pretend to be deaf and dumb. Now that the evidence is in front of you, just admit it."

Yin Heng walked towards her and said, "I don't deny it."

Yin Heng came back into the bedroom and never came out again.

When it was time to eat dinner, Mammy asked outside the door whether the dinner should be served in the bedroom or in the dining room, but after waiting for a while, she couldn't get an answer, so she wanted to ask again when she heard The prince's voice came from the room: "Warm it first, eat later."

The nuns outside the door looked at each other, and then they all left the yard with meaningful smiles.

The sky was getting dark, and no one came to disturb the yard, nor did they light the porch lights when night fell.

The light in the room also turned to pitch black little by little.

After a long time, the lights in the corridor slowly turned on.

Meng Yan was sitting on the couch with her clothes gathered, her black silk and black hair scattered around her shoulders like a cloud of smoke, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows seemed to be dripping with dew, soft and moist, her red and swollen lips were pursed, her whole body was like After being watered, the flowers become more delicate and charming.

Yin Heng took her into his arms, let her lean on him, and asked in a low voice: "Will you take a bath first or have dinner first?"

Meng Yan didn't answer for a while.

She wasn't very strong to bathe, nor was she very strong to eat.

He bowed his head, and this time, the light in the porch allowed her to see him clearly when he approached.

He tilted his head slightly, his breath was close at hand, and his eyes were so dark that they seemed to fill the sky and night.When she didn't have time to speak, he kissed her lips again.

Meng Yan's eyes were filled with starlight, and he could vaguely see his Adam's apple sliding gently as he kissed her.

He kissed so tenderly that Meng Yan felt a fascinated suffocation.She couldn't help it, and with trembling fingertips, she slowly stroked his Adam's apple.

After rubbing his ears and temples together for a long time, he said in a low voice: "It was you who provoked first, just like what you are doing now."

Meng Yan slowly came to his senses, and quickly retracted the hand that was stroking his Adam's apple.

Then he put on his clothes and got up, letting the nuns prepare dinner first.

As soon as Meng Yan sat down at the table, she saw a bowl of soup in front of her.

Yin Heng said: "I said it was for you to drink, make up more."

Looking at the tonic soup, Meng Yan didn't even bother to turn his head, and said casually: "Isn't it you who should be tonic at this time, why me?"

Yin Heng looked at her and said, "Are you sure you need me to supplement?"

Meng Yan caught his gaze coldly, realized that Yue Mo had said the wrong thing again, her heart was pounding, she picked up the spoon and scooped up the soup to drink, then changed her words and said, "It's me who should make up, it's me."

At night, Meng Yan lay on the bed again, feeling sore and lazy.

Although Yin Heng severely punished him during the meal, after eating, taking a bath, changing into pajamas and resting for a while, he recovered a lot.

She was in good spirits and didn't feel sleepy for a while, lying on the couch with the sachet Yin Heng gave her hanging between her fingers, rubbing and admiring it tirelessly.

She smiled and said to Yin Heng: "I think of the past, when my mother asked me to practice needlework on Qiqiao Festival, you came to help me, and it turned out to be more neat than me. Now the stitches are so neatly stitched by you, There must have been signs of it at that time."

The bed curtain is divided into two sides and hung in silver hooks.

Yin Heng sat down beside the coffee table, and there were some official documents on the small table, with a relaxed expression, flipping through the books in his hand.

Meng Yan tossed and turned on the couch, and could see him when he looked up.He looked up and could see her.

Meng Yan smiled again and said, "King Yin Wu, you said what a scene you had when you made sachets with needles and threads. You did better than me, why are you so good?"

Yin Heng casually flipped through a page of the official document, without raising his head, he said, "It's called Xianggong."

Meng Yan was lying horizontally, with her feet facing inwards and her head facing outwards, her legs were crossed, and her toes were hooked once and for all.Half of her head was leaning on the edge of the bed, her hair trickled down, and her pair of inverted peach eyes were full of sparks, which were extraordinarily radiant.

She half-raised her hand, the corner of the sleeve slipped gently, revealing a piece of jade-like wrist, with the sachet hanging on her finger, shaking back and forth, the tassel of the sachet brushed gently over her face, very gently.

She said: "My husband, with your hands you can hold a bow and hold a sword, play a qin, call and paint, and now you can thread needles and thread, and sew and mend. How can you let me, a woman, live."

Yin Heng raised his eyes to look at her, seeing her so comfortable and at ease, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said: "Aren't you living a good life now?"

(End of this chapter)