Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

The fourth prince Wuyou is now holding Yun Sheng in his mouth for fear of holding back, and holding Yun Sheng in his palm for fear of shaking, as if he is carefully serving the Lafayette.

Hearing Yun Sheng's words, he lightly pinched the tip of Yun Sheng's nose: "I'm afraid these things vary from person to person, maybe it's because you, a mother, are too aggressive, our son was suppressed by you, and in your stomach It's not certain that Li dare not toss about."

Yun Sheng glared at him: "Where I am aggressive, gentle and courteous, I am the one who is virtuous and virtuous." After saying this, Yun Sheng's face couldn't help but heat up.Xu Shi himself also knew that this was a big lie among lies.

She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.Wuyou didn't expose her, but only responded with a smile: "Yes, yes, my Yun'er is the most gentle and virtuous person."

Yun Sheng glanced at him: "Besides, how do you know this must be a son, I like daughters."

Wuyou didn't argue with her, and replied repeatedly: "Okay, my Yun'er likes daughters, so let's have a daughter. Anyway, it would be better if our son has an older sister." Wuyou smiled again Said: "When I was young, I always wished that I could have a royal sister."

Yun Sheng felt sweet in his heart, he nestled in Wuyou's arms and touched his belly: "It's a good idea, who wants to give you so many children, you think they are piglets."

Wuyou chuckled, leaned close to Yun Sheng's ear and nibbled that alluring little earlobe: "It's not up to Yun'er to have a few children."

Yun Sheng was tickled by him, shrank his neck and glared at him: "It's not what I say, do you have the final say? The child came out of my stomach."

The intimacy of Wuyou smiled, and hugged Yun Sheng tightly: "It's not what I say, but what God has to say."

A bowl of anti-fetal medicine was faintly steaming, and Wuyou stirred the bowl in his hand: "It's not hot anymore, Yun'er should drink it while it's hot."

Yun Sheng looked at the bowl of dark brown soup in front of him, and a bitter smell filled his nose.

"Is it okay not to drink?" Yun Sheng frowned and asked.

Fourth Prince Wuyou shook his head simply: "No."

The fourth prince Wuyou held the bowl: "Should I drink it slowly, or in one sip?"

As a result, he forced Yun Sheng to drink some bitter soup, so Yun Sheng also developed a habit. Compared with taking small sips for a long time, it is better to dry it in one breath.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Yun Sheng reluctantly took the medicine bowl, touched his stomach and said, "Mother only drinks this stuff for you, and when you come out, you can honor your mother and me."

Wuyou watched helplessly and smiled helplessly, seeing what Yun Sheng said, he must drink it up in one gulp, and handed sour plums: "It's not so bitter to have one."

Yun Sheng's delicate little face was wrinkled with pain at this time, and he took a sour plum in his Wuyou hand, and after a while he finally calmed down: "Having a baby is really a terrible job. .”

The fourth prince kissed Yun Sheng on the small mouth worry-free and distressed: "Thank you for your hard work, my Yun'er."

Yun Sheng glanced at him: "I'm used to being nice, but today I'll tell you what I'm going to say first. You have to keep festivals for me when I'm ten months pregnant."

Wuyou smiled after hearing this: "Festival?"

Yun Sheng rubbed his stomach and gave him a look: "That's natural, I was pregnant for ten months to give birth to a child for you, if you take this opportunity to gossip outside, don't say you have a bad conscience.