MTL - The Beloved Imperial Consort-Chapter 368 Change mouth

"Yeah!" He was not lightly beaten, and the small body squatting on Zong Zhenglin followed.

"Do you be a lonely woman?

solitary? Listening to his change of title, the small head tried to twist backwards, a pair of small hands clasped his leg tight, for fear of falling. Her mind had an idea for a while, and it was dragged by Zong Zhenglin, and even the "mother drop" was left behind.

"His Highness, after you say this, is it to call you "His Royal Highness" or "His Royal Highness"? Or simply closer, call a ‘太子爷’?”

Although not honest, but these few calls, Jiao Dian drip into the ear, Zong Zhenglin only feels more and more taste. Seeing that she was working **** her lap, she simply took the person up and raised her chin.

The little woman's chin is exquisite, the meat is toot, and some of them are slightly upright, as if they just pinch the heart for him, and they are very good.

For a moment, Shen Ziye did not pick one, and gave her an idea.

"At the end, remove the first two words, and then call the sound to listen." The thumb swept up her lips, and the eyes were heavy, waiting for the little woman to spit out the word. Called out by her cherry mouth, it is soft and tangled.

The last one? Mu Xiyao smashed into the water, to understand his meaning, the eyelashes flicked even more.

"Don't hurry?" Seeing her face covered with red Xia, Zong Zhenglin was forced to be more embarrassed.

The tip of the tongue is slightly rolled up against the upper jaw. Grinding for a long while, until he was gradually enlarged in front of him, and had not had time to make up for it, he was already caught by the man and bullied.

"Jiaojiao is shy, lonely, and inspiring." Today is sure to ask her to follow his heart. Since she is tweaking, he will take some benefits first, and slow down his ****.

This kind of "inspiration", and then want to make trouble with him is no longer feasible. The man snorted and snorted on his face, and the candlelight was fascinating. Only he had a pair of phoenix eyes, and it was hot and hot. He kissed her little hand and climbed his clothes. It seemed to have lost strength and could not be held securely.

The rice is coming up, and then it will be delayed. I will go to the small kitchen to heat up later. Who can't guess what good things they did in the house. On the first day of the reunion, the grandfather returned to the government, and he did not care about using the rice in the hall. If this news is passed out, Yuan Chengdi still does not pull out her skin!

Want to ask her to follow her as he wishes? Row! How can I make him satisfied?

The enchantress was stunned with mist, watery eyes, and the pink face was attached to his chest, and his hands crossed his waist and overlapped behind him. Showing a snowy and smooth neck, it was so very delicate, like a glutinous rice dumpling, a small one shrinks in his arms, and the sound of the demon is a slap in the face of Zong Zhenglin.

"Yeah~"

Hey, it’s a word, but the tone is a little bit of change.

The face is still in a state of posture, but it is awesome, but my heart is amazed, and the liver is shaking with care. Is this a big reaction?

She just screamed hard, how can she wake up the beast of Zong Zhenglin? Looking at the situation, like an arrow on the string?

The eyes are full of love. Zong Zhenglin’s look at the beginning was now a tight change.

"Reinvigorating!" She leaned over and took her neck outside, and gently bite it up. I don’t forget to train people on my mouth.

Mu Xiyao's breath was unstable, and he was almost stunned by his inexplicable sentence.

Hold on? Hell! When Zong Zhenglin did not bully her, she was asked to give her all kinds of commitments. Obeying the rules, his uncle is still not happy!

Could it be that the first place to be a treasurer, the mood has not yet calmed down, still thinking about the shelf?

Fox suspected that he had two eyes, taking care of the table, and shunning. This time, there was no goblin-like hook, but only sweet smiled at him.

"Yes-"

Mu Xiyao felt that this singer was just right, that is, she took the training and could not pick her thorn. It is not satisfactory to the Prince.

The eyes are too clear, the dimples are too delicious, and the look is shy with the little woman. It looks like a flower that is well watered. Did not lead him to pity, but he provoked the wolf in his heart, thinking about pressing her underneath, picking it up.

What does Zong Zhenglin mean when she stares at her like this? Mu Xiyao is a bit angry.

"Jiaojiao, make trouble again, you can try it this evening." Pick up a strand of hair, the prince is licking the twilight, like a good temper. "Oh, the end is just calling someone to use the rice."

You also know that this is to use rice! I also thought that I was a prince, and I was infected with Zong Zhenghui’s stinking body and soul.

Unclear what is the scale of his "disorder" in his mouth, Mu Xiyao tried to open his mouth. "Ye?"

This is more like not to say anything! Be careful, dodging his gaze, like a little wife, not like please, it seems like when you are at night, you are brave enough to keep people!

Fengmu slowly took the fire. The name "Ye", Zong Zhenglin is completely unnoticed.

Men who have identity in the family can apply at will. Mu Xiyao, this goblin, in this day, call him like this, be heard by others, still can't regenerate in your heart! In particular, the palace was headed, the Prince was escorted to the Xishan Circle, and Zong Zhengming was sometimes in danger.

Zong Zhenglin has been remorseful here, but the enchantress is still unaware of it. When he sees his face, he is thinking about hurrying. She is still thinking about the plate on the table and telling her coveted Shouwu chicken. .

"Ye?"

"Yeah~"

"Yes-"

......

After changing a few adjustments, I was almost impatient to take a temper. If it is not a sudden Zong Zhenglin seems to have been burning all the time, Mu Xiyao will not suddenly stop.

The sound of the ear is like her like a demon, high and low undulating, singing like a call. In this case, only Zong Zhenglin remembered the small woman's bed between the cockroaches, with tears, and the look of the baby when he begged him.

Damn the victim!

"In the future, I will never call the word "Ye"." She will hold her head and reluctantly relieve her hunger and thirst.

It’s easy to make a fuss. After the meal, Mu Xiyao drums a gang, and he can’t do it. The **** man became a prince, and the unpleasant temperament became more arrogant. It is clearly his own request, and in the end, it has become her fault. It’s not clear that she’s blamed for her new job as a good friend, and she’s not rude.

Seeing her buried her head and sending chopsticks like an eye-catching egg into her mouth, it was so strong that she only saw Zong Zhenglin’s high-browed eyebrows, took a porcelain bowl for her, and filled two spoons of loofah jade soup.

Slim fingers held the bowl and handed it to her hand. "Get out of the fire."

Almost was caught by him, Mu Xiyao gritted his teeth, chewed his mouth to eat, deliberately made a rattle, hate not to be worthy of this food.

It is a pity that the prince is only faintly glance at her, and looking back is the show of the wind, watching it is pleasing to the eye. Meals are also used to the heart, only obscured by the eyelids, hidden in the depths of the silk.

Only then did she give birth to her self-confidence, and she ordered her to call "Ye" to listen. However, it was only when she returned to Beijing from Qingzhou several times, and the woman who happily rejoiced with him in her dreams was just lying under him.

Can be really called by the little goblin, hooked him to remember in the dream, this taste... Prince I feel that it is still good at night.