The black emperor is the only favorite, the killer's wife does not want to escape

Chapter 159 I promise not to bully you

Looking at him, Xiao Mengyao felt that there was a kitten's paw in her heart, pawing on her little heart from time to time, that feeling was very uncomfortable.

"But we... haven't..." married.She just didn't say the last two words.

Although she can't be buried in the past, she is a soul from ancient times. In their time, women could not have any contact with men before they got married.

And she is a killer, so she is not so restrained, but she really can't sleep in the same bed with the opposite sex, even if it is a word, that won't work!
"No, but, Yaoyao, are you really cruel and won't let me sleep?" The man said pitifully, holding her smiling face, "Didn't we sleep together when we were on the island some time ago? "

"I..." She wanted to say something more, but after thinking about it, she swallowed and fell silent.

When she thought of what happened on the small island, her heart ached, it was an unforgettable memory for her.

Although it was just a few days, she seemed to have gone through several reincarnations...

"Yaoyao, don't drive me away, I promise not to bully you." The man's scorching eyes fell on her face, full of sincerity, without any falsehood.

He promised that if Yaoyao disagreed, he would keep to himself, at most he would just kiss and hug, and he would never cross the line again.

"Yaoyao, you have the heart to let me sleep outside with a peerless beauty in such a low temperature?" The man looked at her pitifully.

Xiao Mengyao admitted that she couldn't bear it!

She stretched out her hands and took his big hand, "We only sleep in one bed, there is nothing else, okay?"

She held back for a long time before she softly and shyly uttered a word.

"Okay, Yaoyao will do what she says." The man agreed with all his mouth, and his mind immediately became calmer.

After lunch, seeing that it was still early, Fu Boyan decided to take his little girl out for a walk, and check out the environment on the way, before deciding where to go tomorrow.

By the lake, the slender branches of the willow tree hang down straight, and the light green buds dye the branches green.

Fu Boyan still wore spotless white clothes as usual, but in a very casual style.

And Xiao Mengyao is also wearing light-colored clothes, pencil pants, a mid-length bottoming shirt, and a slim jacket, which are very simple and match her temperament.

They walked hand in hand by the lake, like a pair of angels who fell into the mortal world, their degree of match is enviable.

Although it was afternoon, there were still many people playing by the lake, but after they appeared, the eyes of tourists would always shift to them by coincidence.

They are too eye-catching, which eyes always want to look more...

Fu Boyan didn't stop all the way, ignoring the eyes that gathered, and led the little man beside him to leave the lake.

Away from the lake, there is a rest area in front of it. The green grass is full of dandelions, the yellow flowers are golden, and the mature seeds turn into cute 'little pompoms'.

Fu Bo stopped by the stone bench in front, "Yaoyao, let's rest here for a while."

They've been gone for a while, she should be tired due to her poor health.

Xiao Mengyao nodded, sat down and rested for a while, and finally her eyes were attracted by dandelion seeds, so she became playful.

She is not very old, and she buried many things in her heart for various reasons, but now she has been reborn, so she wants to return to her truest self.

He got up, walked across the lawn path, picked off a few furry 'Xiao Baiqiu', and bounced back to Fu Boyan.

"Yan, I give it to you!"

A certain woman smiled and handed the 'little pompom' in one hand to the man.

Yaoyao is willing to give him something, it's rare, she can't refuse.

Fu Boyan stretched out his big hand a little happily, but just as he was about to take the things in her hand, unexpectedly, in the next second, a gust of wind directly turned the 'little pompom' into countless 'little parachutes'.

(End of this chapter)