The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 443 Then Your Majesty Give Our Son a Name
He Anjia rubbed her forehead in pain, my God, when will her little donkey be able to play cards according to the routine.

It's not right for her to be strong in her feelings, and it's not right to be gentle.

She pouted at Zhong Yan and patted her butt again, stuffed her head into the quilt, and said angrily, "Sleep!"

Reborn: "..."

……

Listen to Bamboo Palace.

It was already very late after Chacha finished eating and went to bed, so she stood guard at the bedside in an orderly manner, her round belly rising and falling according to the frequency of her breathing.

After Lord Long Live took off his clothes, he kissed Chacha's soft and soft face, "Chacha slept so soundly."

Concubine Ning sat in front of the dressing table and put the accessories one by one in the small box specially placed for them. She glanced at the direction of the bed and said with a smile: "Chacha is really a peace of mind. Don't make trouble when it's time to sleep. , I am not picky at all when it is time to eat, it seems that since Chacha has become sensible, she has taken care of my concubine more than my concubine has taken care of Chacha."

For example, when she was in the cold palace, even an adult didn’t know how to swim. Although the water in the pond was not deep, Chacha dared to enter the water. Not only was she proficient in water skills, but she was also an expert at fishing. , It all depends on Chacha to catch fish one by one to eat.

Otherwise, with her body after giving birth at that time, she was thrown into limbo before she recovered, and it would be good if she could persist in surviving.

Long Live Lord leaned against the head of the bed with his upper body propped up, his big warm hands touched the little face of his sleeping daughter, his brows and eyes were full of innumerable doting and tenderness.

Even he didn't expect that one day he would turn into a slave to his daughter. He didn't even care about his own son.

After Concubine Ning finished her bedtime work, she walked to the bed lightly. Lord Long Live lifted the quilt covered by him and Concubine Ning, moved himself to sleep on the side of the bed, and hugged the sweet-smelling Concubine Ai in his arms contentedly. .

"I'm so proud to have such a precious girl. When I'm irritable, tired, or angry with local officials and want to chop off people's heads, I just think about my girl, and I'll lose my anger.

Chacha must be a gift from God to me, let my beloved concubine send it to me, so that our life will be more beautiful than the gods in the sky. "

Long live Lord lowered his eyes to look at Concubine Ning in his arms, and then at the girl who was drinking milk with her mouth open, and suddenly felt that even if he owned the whole world, he was not as important as his concubine and daughter.

If one day he was asked to choose between the two, he would definitely choose the most important woman and daughter in his life without hesitation.

There was a small bulge on Concubine Ning's stomach when she lay flat, and Lord Long Live's hand stroked it lightly, like a soft feather passing by.

"Wan Wan."

"Ok?"

"What do you think we should name this brat after he is born?"

Concubine Ning asked dumbfounded, "How does Your Majesty know that the one in the concubine's belly must be a little prince?"

Long Live Lord lost his temper and snorted twice: "He must be a prince, and my favor is only given to my precious girl."

Concubine Ning followed the naive Long Live Lord in everything, and said: "Okay, if your majesty says it is a little prince, it must be a little prince. Then your majesty will give our son a name."

Long Live Lord raised his thick sword eyebrows, rolled his dark eyes, was thinking about it one second, and disgusted the next second: "Anyway, he's a brat, it won't be too late to get up again after he's born."

(End of this chapter)