Chapter 1646: Except Wushan is not cloud 197

Chapter 1646, except that Wushan is not a cloud 197
But once His Royal Highness indulged her a little bit, Chaucer felt more and more that he couldn’t take it. He just wanted to be closer to him. Now he was hugged by him, and he just wanted to be holding it like this. His Royal Highness Prince.
As soon as he arrived at the government, Madu had stopped. Chaucer still did not respond. He was still buried in his arms, holding him tight and motionless.
The side of the side is low, the voice is low and good, and the way: "How long do you have to hold?"
The cold wind suddenly blew over, and passed through the tip of Chaucer. The hair that was slightly rolled up hangs in his heart. Nearly this year, I felt a sense of irritability.
After Chaucer heard his words, he paused a little, blushing, finally reacting to something, gently let go of his hand, and then he had to look up from his arms, a pair of scorpions Look at him without hesitation, sly, and answer carefully: "I... forgot."
"Forgot?" Bian Mo would have to look at her. "Is it intentional?"
Chaucer slowly reddened his face and lowered his head. He was very low and very fine.
It seems very embarrassing, but it is daring to admit that it is intentional.
However, when she looked at her ear, she was slightly reddish, and she couldn’t help but faintly hooked her lips. She jumped out of the calm and reached out to the person who was still sitting on the horse, faintly said: ""
With the last experience, Chaucer was not afraid of this time. When his eyes closed, he jumped down, and there was no accident. He was held in his arms and was not stunned.
Chaucer gently grabbed his clothes and couldn't help but secretly lick a small mouth.
But it was only for a while, and she let her let go.
Chaucer did not dare to disobey him, and let go of his hand.
She looked at the prince of the Prince who stood in front of her, gently blinked and wanted to say something, but the Highness of the Prince did not wait for her to speak, then turned and went to the house.
Upon seeing it, Chaucer did not dare to sneer, silently following him, and did not dare to keep up too tight.
But that came to Chaucer, and it was an unprecedented experience. She never knew that it was just behind the imperial elder's house, looking at his back in silence, just looking at one of his backs. Let her be satisfied with happiness.
How can this person be so good, she can like such a good person, how happy she should be.
Until the door is pushed open...
In the room, the two prostitutes were uneasily guarding the little baby who was lying on the bed and playing the rattle. When she returned from the Highness, she did not dare to say anything. She slowly retreated outside the room and waited for instructions.
After Mo Mo went in, the footsteps became noticeably slow. He slowly walked over to the bed and then saw the little baby lying on the bed.
He was still inside, and there was a very light rattle on his body, and the little finger was pulling the line of the rattle without awkwardness.
The little guy’s eyes were black, followed by the rattle of the rattle, slowly turning and turning. When he felt someone approached, he reacted slowly and curiously, staring at the bed with his big eyes curiously. The side of the side, the pink and tender little mouth screamed and slammed slightly, the voice of the milk in the milk, like what is shouting.
(End of this chapter)