Yan Song walked over and took a look.

After the man was drunk, his clothes were neat and neat, and even his hair was meticulous. He was lying on the couch with his legs folded, his hands folded on his belly, and his eyes were pale. His eyes were closed, as if falling asleep.

This guy was very weak, and Yange was covering his bed with thin sheets.

Help him quilt, just want to pull hands.

Nalan Mo grabbed her hand.

Yan Song raised his eyebrows and looked up, only to realize that this guy's eyes were open.

A pair of deep, bottomless eyes, now staring at her unflinchingly.

It's like trying to see through her nature.

Yan Song looked back at him quietly and calmly.

For a long time, he blinked: "Your Majesty?"

Long and thick eyelashes flutter, adding a little cuteness.

For the first time, Yange found out that the man had very long eyelashes.

She hummed: "Huh?"

Nalan Mo's lips froze, and a slight red flush suddenly appeared on her face: "Your Majesty, where is the woman of that day? Where is she?"

He grasped Yange's hand tightly, and raised his head slightly, a pair of eyes moisturizing Yange expectantly: "I, I miss her."

Words of Song: ...

Ya didn't even have the energy to do anything. She dared to think about women. This was a good girl who would delay others.

She leaned down slightly and poked Naranmo's eyes with her finger: "You are the prime minister, the prime minister has the power and power, what do you want a woman to do, not to mention that you are such a weak chicken, is n’t a woman married to you? A woman is here, and I'll take care of Jiang Shan. I'll have a son in the future. I'll recognize you as a son. "

After that, he reached out and touched Nalan Mo's head to appease him.

Nalan Mo was silent, and he pursed his lips, staring stubbornly at Yan Song.

I wonder if she understood her words.

Thinking of having a sip of the sip and completely fragmenting it, Yan Ge guessed that Nalan Mo's condition was similar to that day.

She stretched out her hand and pressed his shoulder: "Sleep, be good."

Nalan Mo suddenly lifted his upper body, looked up and pulled out the jade of Yange's head.

Mo Fa poured down and landed on his face. He caught a strand of hair in his hand and sniffed at the tip of his nose.

The next moment, he pulled Yan Ge on the couch and pressed it under him.

Word song? ?

Most of the drunk men do not have that function?

The Mighty One belongs to a different type of talent?

Yan Song did not resist.

She happened to be pregnant.

Of course, the meat is mainly to the mouth.

However, she was hugged by Nalan Mo upon her couch.

The guy held her in one hand, covered the two with a quilt, and then touched her head. The voice was soft: "Sleep."

Words of Song: ...

The woman who is the prime minister really has to stay alive.

The chicken sighed: "This time, the mighty man is not even fully functional in this area. This is still a natural darling. It is really terrible. Even a small child is still incomplete. Why is there such a darling? Do it? "

Jiuwei returned to it: "Heavenly beloved is still good. Even the unparalleled beauty like Miss Sister would want to sleep with him. If I can choose, I would like to be the same. Even if I can only sleep with my sister, I It will be very happy and content. "

The chicken rolled his eyes: "Look at you!"

After a pause, he said, "The young lady you are yelling at may not be a male with countless killers. Don't sleep when you don't. She'll sleep as a fox with her eyes narrowed."