Be Good Chapter 672: You are a beast

In the past, Xie Qingyan really didn't notice it.

My family has always been calm, and my son who can't argue with emotions still has this... side.

If he is not mistaken.

His son couldn't restrain his body anymore.

Xie Qingyan frowned Qingjun.

Unexpectedly, Chang Huan's influence on him would be so far-reaching.

In my mind, Yuan Changhuan's face that has not yet bloomed, which is enough to become a troublesome beauty, and the way the emperor looked at her, and Xie Qingyan's fists clenched under the sleeves.

"Okay, from now on, you are not allowed to take care of the matter of Ci'er and Changhuan!"

Suddenly, a gentle and considerate husband spoke so coldly to her.

Yue Qingrong didn't react for a while.

Frozen in place.

No matter what she thought, Xie Qingyan walked away.

Compared to his wife, at this time, the son is obviously more important.

He needs to find Cier to talk to.

Ci'er is a young boy with early wisdom, he has never had to worry about it, but now, if he is really addicted to women...

Xie Qingyan's calm and clear eyes flashed a sharp edge.

Xingzhixuan.

The clouds and rain have just stopped.

On the soft pillow of the red couch, a flirtatious and seductive woman fell asleep.

The fragrant shoulders are slightly exposed, and the bruises on the beautiful back are intricate.

You can tell at a glance that it is a trace of being loved.

And he loves her very much.

There are drops of water on the long eyelashes.

Lying on the soft pillow, her white and delicate face is like a peach blossom in full bloom.

Beautiful and dazzling.

A pair of slender and thin big hands pressed against her butterfly bones, sliding up and down, "This is no good, it's not the time to seduce me."

Unable to wave Xie Ci's wolf claws, Yuan Changhuan rubbed the soft pillow, "Of course it is incomparable to a beast like you."

"Okay, don't disturb me, I'm going to sleep." Yuan Changhuan turned his head, pinching the corner of the quilt with his fingers, his peach blossom eyes were moist.

Seeing her really sleepy.

Xie Ci withdrew his hand, and pulled up the silk quilt that had slipped onto her chest, covering her fragrant shoulders and beautiful back, with a long and leisurely tone, "Sleep well, and go out for a while for your husband."

"Go and go."

Yuan Changhuan waved his hands in disgust, wishing that he would leave quickly.

Don't disturb her sleep.

Xie Ci's thin lips were slightly raised, and he smiled.

I thought about teasing her about today's matter, but from this point of view, it's a big deal.

Put on the soft robe casually, Xie Ci walked outside.

The originally gentle and peaceful eyebrows and eyes immediately became cold and indifferent after leaving the door.

"Tell me, what happened today?"

Zhetian knelt under the steps and reported everything that happened.

Before Yuan Changhuan and the others came back, Xie Ci received a letter from Feng Yasong, which said that Yuanyuan was almost bumped into by the tramp because she was saving her mother and concubine.

Later, the princess turned a blind eye to it, and even had a rift with Yuanyuan.

How things are going.

In addition, add a report.

Thank you very much.

"That tramp, locked up in a dungeon, under strict supervision, will be interrogated by this son himself."

"Yes."

Right now.

"My lord, the prince is waiting for you in the study."

Ting Zhuo came hurriedly from outside the courtyard, looked at Zhetian kneeling under the steps, and Shizi who was standing with his hands behind his back, and spoke in a low voice.

Father?

Xie Ci's phoenix eyes were dark, he stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, his voice was clear and faint, "Do you know what the father is doing?"

"My lord, please go to the study after you finish your work, and you didn't say anything." After a pause, Zhuo thought for a moment, and then added in a low voice, "But your lord's complexion doesn't look very good."

If it can make the prince who is always gentle and refined look bad, the son of the world may really be in trouble this time.

Xie Ci turned his head and went back to his room, as if he was not going to meet Xie Qingyan.

"Hey, my son?"