Chapter 1610: Except Wushan is not a cloud 161

Chapter 1610, except that Wushan is not a cloud 161
Wen Yan, Chaucer looked down at his lower abdomen and responded to the meaning of His Royal Highness. He lowered his head and replied: "The doctor said at least one and a half months."
The side of the side was stunned and the breath was cool: "It's very fast."
Joe licked his lips and didn't speak.
And Bian Mo Mo deliberately asked her not to be happy, and chuckled and asked: "When the child is born, is it necessary to drag the family to go up the mountain to worship, tell you the dead lover, you help him Keep growing."
Chaucer heard this sentence, a blush and white, probably did not expect to be so humiliated by His Royal Highness, she clenched her lips, and her chest was so depressed that she could not breathe.
She knows that she should have known that she can't be loyal to His Royal Highness. Her Royal Highness hates her. How can it really be like it used to be, good or bad, but it is all with thorns.
After Joe had passed for a long while, he opened his mouth slightly and said, "Please ask your Highness not to make jokes about the dead."
Although Chaucer’s voice was still low and soft, there was no slight momentum, but it was as if he had heard a bit of toughness from it, and Chaucer was talking to the dead person.
Yan Bian Mo’s eyes are cold and cold.
Do you think this king is joking? Don’t you take your child to see him in the future?

Joe clenched his fingers, and on several occasions he almost reached his mouth, and he was so scared that he had to swallow his stomach. Her eyes were all red, obviously humiliating, looking at it. When he was squatting, he barely whispered: "This has nothing to do with His Royal Highness."
When she didn't know that she was so painful in her heart, she was getting more and more gloomy in her eyes until it finally broke out.
"Parking." The side of the door was cold and faint, so that the driver had to stop the carriage.
At this moment, Chaucer also vaguely felt that there was something wrong with her eyes. She tightened her fingers, but she saw her quietly staring at her and gently opened her lips: "Come here."
Chaucer licked his fingers tightly, his eyes slowly turned and he didn't dare to move.
She seemed to react, and she only spoke to the Prince.
"This king does not want to repeat the second time."
Chaucer almost went to his side with a hard scalp, but when he sat down, he was shackled and her hand was on the side of the window, staring at her, a cool, cool tone: "You are talking about it. Since it has nothing to do with this king, how can you let the king come out and come out, so obedient?"
Chaucer squinted his eyelashes and heard himself whispering, "Yes..."
晟 莫 Mo did not let her go, squatting, quietly: "What is it?"
"I listen to...His Royal Highness..."
No matter how much he hates himself and hates himself, as long as he is, she is willing to listen...
Just because of the willingness of the four words.
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Joe blinked his eyes and closed. "I listen..."
"Well, you kiss the king." I don't know if I am punishing myself or punishing Chaucer. I almost didn't want to blurt out.
And Chaucer heard this sentence, but his face was slightly white.
It’s natural to see her slightly whitened face, as if she could imagine how reluctant she was.
(End of this chapter)