Chapter 1519 The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (20)

She has no intersection with the palace and she does not know anything about the nobles.

Even entering the palace, because of the famine starved to death.

It’s a really clean background. Of course, this kind of background elder **** catches a lot.

But I can come to him and be so good to him.

If there is no purpose, is it possible?

Ning Jiu-Mu’s suspicious scorpion’s mentality made him wary of any indication.

Crazy yourself may depend on one person.

He is not.

Therefore, Bai Weiwei's information may be to replace others.

Ning Jiu ink no expression, the paper was burned on the fire.

Then he took his hand and walked slowly to the bed, his body was full of extravagance, and his slender figure was thinner, but he still had the majesty of the past.

He leaned slowly and his ugly face was hidden in the shadows, like a ghost.

The other side of the face, but the skill is very delicate and delicate.

Contrast on both sides, ugly is more ugly, and beauty is more beautiful.

It is even more strange and terrible.

The dim light reflected on the face of Bai Weiwei’s quiet sleep.

Her slender body contour is under the quilt and looming. The porcelain white face has the same qualities before he is not disfigured.

It’s just lovable.

When he was a child, his face was not sharp and angular. When he laughed, even the selfish and vicious father was like it.

And Bai Weiwei is like him before.

Laugh, everyone likes it.

I don’t know what she is laughing at, she is a black heart.

Ning Jiu Mo looked at it for a long time, and suddenly he snorted. "Let you take care of me for a few days and see when you can bear it."

Who would be willing to take care of a fool.

It is time to be bored with your own children.

What's more, a strange madman, a madman who can't bring her any benefit.

Ning Jiu Mo lay back on the bed and decided not to stun the snake.

The identity of Bai Weiwei, he could not find out for a time.

Then her identity is expected to be very deep, and this kind of fine work is also very good.

Ning Jiu Mo, a stomach conspiracy, endured the impulse to break Bai Weiwei and drilled into the bed.

In the bed, she is a hot breath.

Ning Jiu Mo used to be a person, and for a time he did not quite adapt to such a warm and clean taste.

He held his breath and was stiff.

Once quiet, my mind is today, she smiles softly, washes her hands, cuts her nails, sews clothes, feeds the scene.

He couldn't help but reach out and patted his head, whispering and cursing. "I don't have any ambitions, waste, so worthless, I think she is alright?"

But it was a dark little mouse.

When he was crazy, he didn't let others approach himself.

Only this little palace girl could make him lose his rationality, which made Ning Jiu Mo very dissatisfied.

Suddenly a hand licked softly and photographed him on his chest.

Ning Jiu Mo was shaken, and he was stiff and hard, and he did not dare to scream.

And Bai Weiwei just turned over, put his foot directly on his lap, and then hugged him to continue to sleep.

When Ning Jiu Mo reacted back, he breathed a few points and shivered.

Is she so ignorant, or is she trying to seduce him?

Ning Jiu Mo sneered at the cold voice, this old-fashioned trick, he has already seen through.

He just had to reach out and push her away, but he came across a soft place, still warm?

What is this ghost thing?

(End of this chapter)