Chapter 1571 The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (77)

Bai Weiwei sneered at him with a sneer: "The hypocrisy is so extreme that I know how to cheat and lie to it all day. I hate you guys who are full of intrigues and tricks."

Ning Jiu ink had a smug look, and he looked back at Bai Weiwei indifferently.

Seeing her leaning against the chair, it looks like a human being, but the expression is chilly.

"You will add to me. I don't know how many times I have died." I don't know how many times I died."

Bai Weiwei has no sincerity. "You are happy, but when you become a Prince, you must release my husband."

She is really convinced of his words.

It is obviously powerless, and the head is still high, the eyes are full of hope, and the face powder is the same as the glutinous rice group.

It seems that she thinks that a fool is his husband.

He is a cancer that needs to be cut.

Ning Jiu Mo suddenly slammed his sleeves and then walked up a few steps, bowing his head and licking her eyes.

"You are so rare?"

Bai Weiwei: "Are you an old woman? I always come and go to the same problem, such as a foot cloth, I am annoyed, you can sleep, do you want to drag your body when you are not sleeping?"

It was she who came and went, only knowing when he was concerned about his stupidity.

I never thought about it at all. He will start to face a bunch of wolves and tigers and leopards tomorrow, and he is not nervous.

Ning Jiu Mo is nervous, and even the palm of his hand is sweat.

This crisis-ridden palace, once he stood up, was the existence of a target.

And she was heartless, thinking that he was stupid.

They can fly in double flight.

Ning Jiu Mo suddenly reached out to take her soft and weak body and lifted her directly

Then throw her into the bed.

Anyway, the relationship between the two of them does not know.

Even if he is stupid, she is so rare that she sleeps together at night.

Don't say there is something wrong, just no.

Others will think that she is his bed.

Also, she is.

Ning Jiu Mo pressed her into the bed, and the ink fell on her body, and the breathing was messy and heavy.

Bai Weiwei raised her hand and suddenly twisted his arm and turned to sit on him.

"what are you doing?"

Her strength has been completely lost, and now this action has exhausted all her power.

Ning Jiu Mo does not know what he is going to do.

He looked straight at her and saw her black and white eyes, crystal clear.

There is no color that the court can understand.

This kind of person, do not know how to die any day.

His cold eyebrows concealed fierce appetite and his tone was not welcome.

"Go down."

Bai Weiwei snorted, "Go on, go down, who is the same bed with you."

Her limbs were soft and she struggled to move her body.

The soft body, when moved, is like a fire, and it is a sea of ​​fire on his skin.

Ning Jiu ink is stiff.

And Bai Weiwei didn't look at him at all, and one foot had already got out of bed.

Her ankle has just touched the ground, and her whole person has been pressed back by Ning Jiu Mo.

Bai Weiwei threw herself up. She couldn’t push him, but it’s catching and swearing. “Take me away, what are you doing?”

Ning Jiu Mo is also bored with a temper, cold face and no snoring, clutching her hand.

It seems to be what I want to grab.

The breath of two people is intertwined, and the temperature of the cockroach is slowly rising.

The sweat fell from Bai Weiwei's forehead, slipped to the chin, and fell into the hidden white scorpion neck, bringing out a trace of sputum.

Ning Jiu ink was originally just angry, to subdue Bai Weiwei.

(End of this chapter)