Chapter 152: Little Sweet 9

Because I went to bed early last night, Qingcheng slept quite comfortably, and I slept till dawn.
Opening his eyes, there was a magnified handsome face in front of him. He stretched out his hand and touched the opponent's cheek, and then pinched to the left and right. It was a joy to play.
"Is it fun?" Dongfang Haochen, who opened his eyes for an instant, surprised Qingcheng, subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was caught.
Quickly pretending to be calm, he said: "It's okay." Then he would withdraw his hand, "Since you are awake, then I will get up..." immediately he would lift the quilt and get up.
But how can the people beside her be as she wants?
"It's still early." Dongfang Haochen did not let go, and pulled Qingcheng back again.
Then she closed her eyes and went to sleep without waiting for her to say anything.
Qingcheng made a profit and couldn't get rid of it. No matter how he smoked, it didn't help. "You continue yours, what do you do with me!"
Holding back the oblique Ni, Dongfang Haochen was helpless.
"Good night, sleeping more will help you grow up." After Dongfang Haochen finished speaking, he pulled the quilt and put it back on her.
Qingcheng was speechless and funny at this man, but he didn't struggle anymore. Watching him sleep pretendingly, the corners of his mouth bend and he closed his eyes again.
After breakfast, the dark night and shadow appeared at the right time. Dongfang Haochen and Qingcheng were sitting in the pavilion in the yard. There was a stack of painted things on the stone table. Qingcheng used a ruler to make gestures from time to time, doing it very seriously. With these.
Dongfang Haochen sat aside and watched closely, feeding Qingcheng a bite to eat or drink from time to time. Both of them have stunning looks, and such a picture is really hard to break.
The dark shadow of the dark night was seen from a distance, and the dark night was directly at a far distance, and coughed slightly "...cough cough..."
Dongfang Haochen didn't look up, nor did he even move his eyes. He said coldly, "Here? The task arranged last night was completed?"
Shadow hurriedly took the first two steps: "Yes... but the master wants to see it now?"
"...Huh..." A cold gaze swept at him.
Dark night couldn't help holding his forehead... The lady was right there, and she just asked the master if she wanted to look at those paintings now?
Shadow was swept away and immediately found that he was wrong again, and he dared not speak.
Qingcheng had his back to the two of them, so he didn't notice anything wrong. He just finished painting and put down the pen. When he raised his head, he saw that the man's face was not very good, and he asked, "Hao Chen, what's wrong with you?" Why is it so dark that the front is so good, why is your face ugly?
Hearing the crisp and sweet voice of his own woman, he immediately eased his expression and his eyes moved.
Looking at Qingcheng, he stroked his forehead with a gesture: "Cheng'er, it may be a sequelae from the night before, and I still feel a little uncomfortable today..."
The two subordinates outside the pavilion lowered their heads at the same time, twitched the corners of their mouths, and secretly said: How can the master be so shameless...
Dongfang Haochen didn't care about those two thoughts, he only cared about his little girl.
Qingcheng immediately raised his hand and touched his forehead, and then pulled his left hand on his wrist. After a while, his brows were slightly frowned, and his heart was shocked: it was a poisoned pulse! It's not a normal poison, it's hidden deep, and it has been in the body for a long time!
He immediately let go of his wrist and looked at him solemnly, but the other party looked at her tenderly and hesitantly for a while, before he asked: "Your body..."