Be Good Chapter 1295: Don’t mention it as you wish


Yuan Changhuan put his arms around his arms, not allowing him to touch him again, and took a few steps back vigilantly, away from him, then lifted his chin lightly, and said coldly, "It's so cheap to take advantage of it." Arrogance can break you down."

"If I don't make a sound, are you going to occupy the bed?"

The old man who was told blushed, Long Quyuan touched Xueyue on the forehead, "You little girl, why are you talking so blatantly."

"It's as if I'm old and disrespectful."

Yuan Changhuan stared at him coldly, suppressed the blush on his face, and deliberately sullenly said, "It's as if you are not disrespectful."

"I am now crispy, sweet, and at the prime of my life, how can I describe me as old and disrespectful."

Long Quyuan said without shame.

Looking down at him shamelessly, after he finished speaking, Yuan Changhuan replied, "In Li Zhinian, I dare to say that I am in the prime of life, and I am still crispy and sweet. You are so sweet."

The old bacon insisted on pretending to be fresh meat, and he didn't blush at all.

"Poison tongue girl." Long Quyuan suddenly let out a low laugh.

There is a hint of pampering in the pleasant laughter.

Almost made Yuan Changhuan's fingers go weak.

This man really wants to be seductive, who can hold back.

Yuan Changhuan suppressed the blushing of his cheeks, and entered the inner room on his own, "I don't care about you anymore, do whatever you like."

Seeing her go back to the inner room to lie down, Long Quyuan stopped nodding, and just sat down on the chaise longue by the window in the outer room, with a faint smile on her stunning and beautiful eyes.

Wait until Yuan Chang is happy to fall asleep.

Heard a misty voice from the outside, "Do you really want to see my real face?"

Yuan Changhuan thought he was dreaming, and dreamed that Long Quyuan asked him something.

Subconsciously answer the answer in my heart.

"Yes."

It's like muttering to yourself.

Hearing Yuan Changhuan's answer, the arc of Long Quyuan's lips became more and more obvious, "As you wish."

Tongtian Pavilion is surrounded by clouds and mist from beginning to end, there is no distinction between day and night.

Beyond the boundaries of Tongtenkaku.

The night has spread.

The Daqi army led by Xie Ci headed for the battlefield.

March thousands of miles, camp and rest.

In the marshal's big tent, the lights were flickering, Yuan Miao sat in Xie Ci's arms, listening to Xie Ci and discussing the follow-up plan with several generals.

Drowsy, nearly falling asleep with eyes closed.

When Xie Ci carried him to the bed, Yuan Miao woke up suddenly, "Daddy."

Looking at his panicked eyes, Xie Ci patted his back lightly, "Daddy is here, go to sleep."

"Isn't it over yet?"

The voices of people can still be heard outside, they are all military officers, their voices are relatively loud, Yuan Miao pricked up his ears, and he could hear them too.

Hearing Yuan Miao's words, Xie Ci nodded slightly, "Daddy will wait until you are asleep before going out."

Yuan Miao didn't come to cause trouble for his father, upon hearing this, he immediately closed his eyes. "Daddy, Miaomiao is asleep, go get busy."

"Come back when you're done."

"Good boy."

In the end, Xie Ci waited for Yuan Miao to fall asleep again before leaving.

Leaving Zhe Tim Mohe to guard him.

As soon as he left the tent, the generals outside said, "The emperor is away, and he is still taking the young master with him, can the young master endure such a hard life?"

"The battlefield has no eyes."

"That's right, Master Emperor, or I will send someone to send the young master..." back.

The words are not finished yet.

These people were frightened by Xie Ci's eyes.

Everyone was silent, not daring to mention it again.

Xie Ci walked to the marching map and put his hands in front of the big case.

Brows and eyes are still warm and indifferent, but...


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