The playful and cute concubine is a little sweet

Chapter 110 Vomit~~~
Xiao Yihan helplessly wiped the tears from the little milk baby's face on the bed.

I really feel like being a father and a mother at the same time, telling stories, and even coaxing me to sleep.

As soon as Xiao Yihan was about to leave, Yang Qingqing on the bed pulled his robe desperately, sleeping very unsteadily.

Holding his forehead helplessly, it seems that he will not be able to leave tonight.

The bed was very big, Yang Qingqing occupied a small place, and Xiao Yihan lay on it.

Yang Qingqing instinctively moved over, her little black face rubbed against Xiao Yihan's chest, like a kitten, she found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

With a sweet smile on her face and mouth, she murmured in a low voice: "Qingqing knew that mother would not want me!"

Patting Yang Qingqing's back lightly, Yang Qingqing slept soundly.

After tossing and tossing for so long, Xiao Yihan was also a little tired, and soon fell asleep.

Four hours passed, and it was just dawn, and the two people on the bed, one big and one small, were still fast asleep.

"Aha~ I'll fight!" In Yang Qingqing's dream, she transformed into Bruce Lee, fighting against the bad guys.

But in reality, she punched Xiao Yihan in the face, and immediately a bruise appeared on Xiao Yihan's left eye.

Xiao Yihan woke up in pain, his icy blue eyes were staring at the sleeping little man, almost spitting fire.

Last night, he was blamed for being too kind and meddling in his own business. He should have thrown this stupid sheep into the hot spring for a day.

It didn't matter that she was still drunk at the moment, shaking Yang Qingqing, her voice was a little hoarse when she just woke up: "Wake me up!"

Yang Qingqing got up in a daze and opened her eyes, Xiao Yihan was about to blame her.

Suddenly seeing her look weird, it was very uncomfortable, and then she vomited on him with a sound of "vomit~~~".

Xiao Yihan's face was dark, it couldn't be darker, it was like a dark cloud on his face, and the dark cloud would not dissipate until there was a heavy rain.

Looking at his nightgown with incomparable disgust, his icy blue eyes were like knives looking at the sleeping baby on the bed. This day was definitely his most unlucky day.

His fists were clenched and rattling, this time he really wanted to kill her, more than any other time.

He turned around and walked towards the door with heavy steps.

The door was closed with a "bang", and the sound transmission was directly through the air: "Han Xue, clean that drunk sheep!" Before the words fell, white light flashed and went to the hot spring.

Hanxue was puzzled, why did the young master's voice sound like teeth grinding, it was so cold, it felt so cold even after being so far away.

Last night, after going through the personnel affairs for the first time, my mood became worse. Could it be that the little princess didn't take good care of her?

Han Xue didn't dare to neglect and ran to help Yang Qingqing clean up.

Seeing that there was still some dirt hanging from the corner of the baby's mouth on the bed, he quickly cleaned it up for her.

Looking carefully at the bed, the sheets are a bit messy, and there is no redness on them. Could it be that the young master is angry because of this?

She had to check the books to see if the four-year-old had fallen out of favor.

At this time, Xiao Yihan was soaking in the hot spring, and the soiled nightgown had already been burned completely.

With her upper body bare, her firm chest exposed, her eyes slightly closed and her head raised, she leaned against the wall of the pool, her jade-like white arms resting casually on the edge, and her silver hair like a waterfall slanted down unrestrainedly.

The white fingertips caressed the bruise on the left eye, the eyebrows that were tall and straight like a mountain were slightly frowned, and the flowers on the forehead were as red as blood.

Due to soaking in the hot spring for too long, even the eyelashes are sticky with some mist.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, his slightly frowning brows stretched out, those icy blue eyes seemed to contain the entire sky, neither sadness nor joy, no anger could be seen.

This is also Xiao Yihan, King of Han, no one can control his emotions.

　Cold Xiao Xiao: Come out, author!

　　Cute Author: What's the matter?

　　Cold Xiao Xiao: This little milk baby is too nonsense, replace it for me!

　　Cute author (picks ears): This is not the sheep I gave you, no return!
　　The cold Xiao Xiao: ╰_╯╬
　　
　
(End of this chapter)