The Boss is Very Busy

Today, the capital is very lively.

The street was almost full of people, and many guards followed the team to scatter silver.

When she arrived at the Prince's Mansion, the girl was dressed in a radiant red wedding gown, covered with a red hijab, and her little hand was handed over to the hand of the stunning prince.

This wedding can be said to be very grand.

Everyone is still amazed that after the dignified Nine Kings Ming Media is married to a brothel girl, the marriage has been arranged so grandly.

Others get married, but their ordinary people don't know how much benefit they get.

They followed the team and blessed one by one.

The two men worshipped the church sincerely and seriously.

After visiting the hall, Jun Yushu ignored others and went directly to the room.

The young man walked slowly to the edge of the bed. He stretched out his fingers and touched the red yarn accurately. The white fingertips and the red silk were bright in color.

He lifted it gently.

The prince leaned over, holding the girl's face with his fingertips.

He blinked his curled eyelashes, and his deep voice was inexplicably dumb: "You must be beautiful today."

But he couldn't see it.

Jun Yushu sat down and hugged the little **** her lap, MuMian wrapped around his neck and looked at him.

The white and beautiful prince today wears a red official uniform with jade-like cheeks, and his temperament looks stunning.

"The prince is also very good today."

Shaoyoung bit the corner of his lips, he turned over, and gently put the girl down.

The breath is unstable.

A soft kiss fell on the girl's ear, and to the corner of his lips, he lowered his godless eyes, took the girl's little hand and placed it on the waistband, his clear voice was hoarse.

"Now you can help me untie it."

MuMian lowered his eyes and silently helped him untie his belt until the belt hung loosely around his waist, and the prince suddenly stretched out his snow-white fingertips to cover the girl's waist.

He untied the little girl's clothes easily.

"..."

MuMian looked at the situation silently: "Didn't you say that you have difficulty moving?"

Jun Yushu nodded solemnly, but there was an inexplicable red glow at the end of his eyes, and the prince said slowly.

"Yeah, but I didn't say it's inconvenient for you."

"..."

"Then I will come."

"..."

The prince tightened his lips, his fingertips tightened, but he still did not forget to speak in a hoarse voice.

"Don't worry now."

"..."

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The sun shines.

MuMian raised her hand to cover the shade, and the golden light leaped on her body. Through the light, she saw the snow-white jade king slowly approaching the courtyard with the dark guard.

She hooked her lips, walked directly over, and fell into His Royal Highness's arms.

Jun Yushu was a little stunned. At first he wanted to avoid it, but after realizing who was in his arms, he gently embraced and leaned down slightly with his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Woke up?"

The dark guard and attendant retreated wisely.

MuMian nodded, and she took her Highness's cold-touch fingers and walked forward until she walked into the small pavilion.

Jun Yushu curled up his wide sleeves and sat down. He patted his legs, his expression still soft.

"Lady, come here."

MuMian sat over, she put her arms around the boy's neck, smelling the cold and pleasant fragrance of the man, pinching her voice: "My husband, I miss you so much."

The prince raised a nice eyebrow, his tone was flat: "I just went to the early morning for my husband, there is no need to be so anxious...Isn't it enough last night?"

One sentence choked MuMian to death.

She clenched her small fist.

"Don't you miss me?"

The tips of the young boy’s hair were dyed light gold, and he quietly constricted his elegant and godless pupils, his eyelashes were long and thick, casting a shadow on the bridge of Ying Ting’s nose: "Why don't you miss you?"

His kiss fell on the girl's shoulder: "My husband is about to die of you...Want to come again?"

"..."

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Only on the way to see you will I be the most impatient moment.