Roll at the apex of the paranoid emperor

Chapter 677

"Jin'er, we can rest together, the bed is big." Han Xiaonian suggested.

Lan Jin'er refused, "No, the little guy is sleeping, I'm afraid he will touch your wound at night."

Han Xiaonian: "I want to be with you."

Lan Jin'er also understood Han Xiaonian's desire to stay with her.

In her previous life, although she hated Han Xiaonian, it was undeniable that Han Xiaonian loved her.

Lan Jin'er hesitated for a moment, and said softly to the little milk bag: "Honey, why don't you sleep with my little uncle first tonight?"

"No." Xiao Naibao hugged Lan Jin'er, with rejection written all over her face.

Lan Jin'er supported her forehead, so she could only arrange for the little guy to live here too, and told the little baby to sleep peacefully, so as not to touch Han Xiaonian.

In fact, she sleeps by herself, restless.

But since she was pregnant with the baby, she was no longer allowed to roll over.

After Lan Jin'er finished applying the medicine to Han Xiaonian, seeing that Han Xiaonian hadn't been bandaged yet, she asked Han Xiaonian to sit on the bed, and gently and carefully bandaged Han Xiaonian with gauze.

The man pursed his lips, a hint of worry appeared between his brows.

The better Jin'er treats him, the more illusory and unreal this feeling feels.

Because he beat off one of their children, Jin'er hated him so much.

How could Jin'er treat him so well...

Although he was not the Han Xiaonian who was sitting on the throne, but in his memory, he only had the Han Xiaonian who was sitting on the throne.

Since childhood, Han Xiaonian's mother was killed by his father's layout, and his mother's family was punished.

Since then, he is no longer a prince who wants nothing.

The throne was also obtained by his long-standing schemes in his memory, by trampling on blood.

After Lan Jin'er was finished bandaging, Han Xiaonian raised his hand to grab the girl's wrist, and dragged the girl in front of him, Yuan Shandai's eyebrows were a little worried.

"Jin'er, tell me, is all this fake? After today, you will still treat me with a bad attitude and disgust?"

"..." Lan Jin'er looked at the sky speechlessly.

The Year of the Han Xiao This is definitely the year of the Han Xiao who regards himself as sitting on the throne.

But amnesia is amnesia, why not all amnesia, but keep the memory of the previous life.

But if he lost the memory of his previous life, Han Xiaonian might not even be able to remember her.

"Don't think of yourself as the year of Han Xiao in your memory! If that was really our previous life, we would have died long ago.

Now you are the year of the Han Xiao, the head of the Han family, the head of the Jiuyou City Pavilion, not the emperor of the Celestial Dynasty, no!no!no! " Lan Jin'er seriously corrected Han Xiaonian.

The Year of the Cold Owl: "..."

Although the environment here, he did not feel unfamiliar and surprised, but had a familiar sense of belonging.

But in his mind, there is only the memory of himself when he was sitting in a high position.

The girl saw that Han Xiaonian was kept silent by herself, and realized that what she said just now was too strong.

Sitting on the man's lap, he comforted him with crooked eyebrows: "Don't worry, your wife loves you very much and will never leave you. You just lost your memory. Don't associate yourself with the man in your memory."

The Year of the Cold Owl: "..."

"Mom..." The little milk bag called out in a milky voice, bursting out with its own sense of existence.

Lan Jin'er suddenly forgot that her son was still there, her face was full of embarrassment, she stood up suddenly, and hugged the little milk bag in Han Xiaonian's arms, "Here, hug my son, so I won't think about it wildly."

Little milk bag: "..."

Han Xiaonian suddenly had a little guy in his arms: "..."

Although he didn't know him, he was his son anyway, and he couldn't throw it away.

(End of this chapter)