Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Hot hot tea."

Holding Ling Jingxuan placed in the chair of the main seat, Yan Ruirui took a cup of hot tea from Lingyun’s hand and tried the temperature before sending it to the wife’s mouth. Ling Jingxuan, who closed his eyes and closed his eyes, opened his eyes and opened his eyes. A touch of a sweet smile, unlike a weekday, did not drink the hot tea that was handed over, but instead propped up his body and hooked his neck: "I want to use my mouth to feed me."

Sure enough, I was drunk. On weekdays, Ling Jingxuan couldn’t be as soft and cute as it is now. Yan Ruirui’s light was sinking. He put the cup on the table and hugged him with his waist. He sat down and took him. Placed on his lap, ignoring the busy people around him, Yan Ruirui bit his earlobe from behind him: "After returning to the room, let the husband give you enough."

During the conversation, the hand on his waist side also suggested a pinch of a hand. Ling Jingxuan not only did not have any meaning of being shy, but instead he hooked his neck and smiled.

"What you said, if you don't let me meet, then you will sleep alone in the study room."

Wen Yan, Yan Haorui almost did not instantly become a wolf, the hand slipped down very gently on his buttocks, and then could not be separated, the big hand is very aggressive control of his hips, bite The teeth that lived in his earlobe exerted a slight pressure, and the language was dissatisfied: "Dare to doubt the ability of being a husband, you don't want to sleep tonight."

Man, the most concerned about is his ability in that aspect. The drunk Ling Jingxuan not only violated the taboo, but also threatened him to sleep in the study room. How could this kind of thing Yan Ruirui endure?

"Ha ha."

Ling Jingxuan, who was holding his neck, giggled, and the slightly fascinating eyes seemed to be more attractive because of alcohol. It seemed that he was inviting him to taste. Yan Yanrui was hot and couldn’t help it anymore.

"Father, is you still drunk?"

However, at this time, their little buns ran out of spoil, and Yan Ruirui had to bear the temper to look at his wife and look at him: "Well, a little drunk."

Drunk is very good, neither drunken, nor different from usual, soft and cute and hooked, and he is a bit too much to hold.

"The father also took the donkey to rest early, and we just went back to sleep."

Ling Wen, who was led by Yan Shangqing, said that he should still be old-fashioned, but he was drunk, and they were used to going to bed early. They could only ask Ling Yunjie to help them.

Just right! The big buns are undoubtedly talking about his heart, but Yan Ruirui still pretends to be rigorous: "Well, it’s good, Long Zhang, the small group has been tired for a long time, and you are taking care of him with the milk girl. Xiaowen, Sikongqi’s residence, you arrange it, and the father will take you back to the house."

Said, Yan Ruirui swayed Ling Jingxuan, Ling Yun and others made way, and after seeing the disappearance of his father Wang Yi, Ling Wen turned to look at a few brothers and more than Si Kong Qi: "Tonight, Shang Qing wants to sleep with me. , Iron baby, you will sleep with Xiaowu, Qi Ge, you are temporarily sleeping in the iron baby's room, Minger, I will ask you to help you arrange another room."

The adults walked away. As the little master of the palace, Ling Wen’s arrangement was reasonable, just...

"No, I sleep with him."

Si Kongqi once again took the hand of the iron baby in front of them. The handsome face with no expression was full and insisted. In fact, he is not used to sleeping with others. When he listens to the iron baby to sleep with others, he is inexplicable. It’s not good, it seems that something that belongs to you is tainted.

"No, the iron baby sleeps badly, you just have to sleep alone."

Ling Wen's reflective frown, maybe he doesn't know the tangles in Sikong's heart, and all his reactions are subconscious.

"Small text, don't talk about it, I can sleep well."

However, the iron baby obviously did not understand his kindness. When he heard that he was dismissed, he immediately stood up and shouted for himself. For the first time, Sikong Qi smiled in front of them and threw a triumphant look to Ling Wen. Touching the head of the iron baby: "Very good, then I will sleep with you tonight."

"Ok"

I didn’t realize that I was remembered by the little wolf, and the iron doll nodded skillfully. Ling Wen frowned and looked at the two of them. After a while, they nodded reluctantly: “Well, Dashan, take care of the iron doll and Qi. Brother, let's take a break early."

After the completion of the speech, a group of small radishes headed into the inner court with two or two hands. The only little buns that were not taken by them were replaced by Long Zhang’s pushing the stroller. The small group that had been sleeping a long time was lying on the back. In the inside, Long Zhang and others tacitly followed behind them. For the children, the New Year's Eve ended like this, but for adults, the night is still growing.

"Ok"

In the spacious room, Xue Wuyang, who was knocked out, was impatient and moved. When he opened his eyes, Sikong’s magnified face fell into the eye. He just woke up and he was confused, waiting for the brain to stop. After running, Xue Wuyang turned over and kicked his abdomen to his abdomen.

"When I woke up, I wanted to get out of bed?" Unfortunately, Sikong in his sleep suddenly opened his eyes. When he passed his ankle, he grabbed his ankle. Xue Wuyang said: "Damn." You dare to knock me out?" He really dreamed and couldn't think of it. One day he would also be recruited.

"Only you can smack my passion and stun again and again. I will also put me in the dungeon. Wouldn't it be that I would like to retire a little?"

A smile was raised on the lips, and Sikong’s hand was slightly weak. Xue Wuyang’s body slammed into his arms and let his legs straddle his waist. Sikong grabbed his waist and prevented him from breaking free. Go out.

"That's your own defense, you can't blame me."

It seems that I also realize that I am losing money. Xue Wuyang’s symbolic struggle is uncomfortable, and Sikong is not curious about why he can successfully put Sikong into the dungeon every time. In fact, it is very simple, every time he It’s the two people’s love, and Sikong’s start without any precautions, and it’s tried and tested, and it’s going very well every time.

"You, don't be like that in the future, I will be abolished a few times."

Pampering and helpless, he clicked on his nose. Sikong said with a slap in the face, there is no way. Every time he is going to start when he is about to shoot, it is really a little hurt, and often waits for him to wake up. At the time, I was already in the dungeon, and my heart was not very cool.

"It’s just a waste, saving you who you want to be lucky."

Don't blame him for being stingy, he can remember for a lifetime.

"Oh... well, don't let me out because of those unpleasant things, Wuyang, this time we haven't seen it for seven months, I really miss you."

Lying in bed, he pulled him in his arms, and the sorrowful sensation of the road, he only saw Xue Yang in this side, "You have been here?"

It’s been a long time since I thought about it. Xue Wuyang didn’t want to make a noise with him, but he had to be intimate with him. He also had some conflicts in his heart. By the time of inquiry, Xue Wuyang rolled over and sat up. Didn't stop him, his hands were behind his head, and the dark blue scorpion locked him for a moment: "I don't trust you to sleep alone."

That is to say that, only he himself knows, in fact, he does not want to leave him after a moment of sleep, only then will he briefly return to him before the age of 18.

"What about that? You won't throw him alone?"

Is there such a father as he is? Although he is not very comfortable to see the child, it does not mean that he does not like the child "Well? The Prince will settle him."

Sikong raised his eyebrows, and he was more trustworthy to Yan Ruirui, although he was rude to drive them away during the day.

"I have never seen you as a father, I will go see it."

Speaking, Xue Wuyang wanted to get out of bed, but when he crossed his body, he was hugged and pressed under him. Xue Wuyang was unhappy: "What crazy, don't let me go?"

Today he is too strange, he will not stick to him in the past.

"Don't let, there are people to take care of, dance, don't move, let me hold for a while."

Not only did Sikong have no intention of letting go of him, but he buried his head in his neck and allowed him to breathe. This time is too long. Only he himself knows how much he thinks about him. Going out, perhaps no one believes, the invincible Western Prince, the only shortcoming is Xue Wuyang, to destroy him, as long as you move Xue Wuyang, although Xue Wuyang is not everyone who dares to move.

"Hey, what do you want to do? I can't care about that. You haven't explained the words to me until now, even if it's your own decision, at least you should tell me, we Growing up together, I don't deny that I love you very much, I can't even leave you, but you will only make me more and more chilling. When my love is a little bit worn away by you, you feel that we still have In the future?"

This time, Xue Wuyang did not struggle any more, but said something between them almost sadly, because he loved him. Before, he always felt that time could dilute everything, but since he saw the look and love between Yan Ruirui and Ling Jingxuan. After that, he was ashamed, perhaps he couldn't forget it in his life, so this time his reaction will be so big, he will not want to let him touch it even if he touches it. In the subtle, Ling Jingxuan has already deeply influenced him.

He was keenly aware that his tone was wrong. He was buried in the depths of his neck, and he was unable to check his frowns. He slowly propped up his body and pressed him down on his body. The eyes of the two were entangled in midair. Collision, seeing the trace of Xue Wuyang’s eyes may not even be detected by himself. Sikong’s eyebrows are wrinkled, and his heart is inexplicably panic. For the first time, if he does not honestly explain, he will really leave him. feel.

"Dancing Yang, I have never betrayed the original promise. From beginning to end, I am all alone."

I don't know how long it took, Sikong squinted his eyes and touched his face. His fingers rubbed against his smooth cheeks, and after touching his sallow red lips, he was reluctant to leave, and his eyes leaped with the spark of eagerness.

"What happened to Qier?"

The heart stopped for a moment, Xue Wuyang knew that he was useless, but in front of Sikong, he did not want to be useful. As long as he said, he would like to believe that if he really did not betray him, then... no need for him. He urged him to return to the West directly with him and complete their agreement nine years ago.

"If I said that he is not my child, would you believe it?"

"what did you say?"

In the past nine years, when Xue Yuyang is likely to leave, Sikong said, Xue Wuyang excitedly propped up his body, and his big eyes were full of incredulousness. How could it be? Qi Erming is almost exactly the same as when he was a child. If he is not his child, who is the child? What is going on here?