Chapter 210: Your Majesty, please respect yourself (15)

Fu Yue smiled.
The person who has always been cold, laughed, as if the snow water had melted in his eyes for a whole season, bright and clear.
The woman blinked at him, her misty eyes curled, and then her light-colored lips opened, "Because my heart moved, my majesty."
This is inexplicable.
Anyway, Yan Qi was picked up. As a high emperor, when did he hear such words?
He thought that she should be the kind of solemn temperament.
She is willing to accept him.
Before... I couldn't even think about it.
The corners of Ying Hong's lips turned up a small arc, Yan Qi smiled softly, and two dimples even appeared on the side of her white cheeks.
"I am so happy."
Suddenly, he lowered his eyebrows again, and pursed his thin red lips with a bit of resentment.
"I'm so sorry, why did I point you to Yanci before? Obviously I didn't get married at the time..."
Gradually become aggrieved muttering.
Yan Qi slowly hugged Fu Yue, sat on the couch, and gently put her chin on her shoulder.
Pi Pi Yue wanted to get rid of it again.
"I don't know why...Emperor brother~"
The tone of her ending is slightly up, and it's a bit fascinating.
But the words that came out were very awkward.
Anyway, Yan Qi was so angry, he raised his hand and gently pinched her chin, and said every word: "You are not allowed to call my emperor brother."
Fu Yue glanced at him lightly, then raised her chin proudly and turned her head to the side.
"No."
Noble and glamorous refusal.
Yan Qi: "..."
The beautiful emperor suddenly smiled.
Slowly speaking: "It turns out that Yu'er likes this tune. Indeed, it is quite exciting."
This is a bit suggestive.
Fu Yue was choked, then raised her hand and patted Yan Qi's hand, "Not serious."
The other party gave her a surprised look, then lowered his eyebrows shyly, "Ah, Yuer, where did you think of it?"
Fu Yue: "..."
She raised her hand to support her forehead, then tugged at Yan Qi's sleeves, and asked unceremoniously: "I want to go home and live."
Yan Qi ignored her.
"Yu'er, when would it be better for us to get married? How about a month later... No time is too tight, too late to prepare."
Fu Yue: "I said I want to go home."
Yan Qi still ignored her and said to herself: "How about those three months later?"
Fu Yue's forehead was abrupt, and she was a little tired inexplicably. She couldn't help but retort: ​​"When did I say I want to marry you?"
The smile on Yan Qi's face faded in an instant, and her eyelashes were gradually lowered, and then her lips moved, and said aggrieved: "You said you would be my wife, just now... how long is this, you won't turn your face admit."
"You are lying to me..."
The man's low-magnetic voice was slow, calm and gentle, with obvious grievances.
Fu Yue: "I didn't mean that."
Yan Qi turned his head, "I won't listen."
Fu Yue: "..."
She raised her hand and pushed the emperor in front of her away, and then said coldly: "If you don't listen, I have nothing to explain."
Used to him!
However, His Majesty Yan Emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom has obviously never heard of this set of unreasonable and unreasonable stalking common to internet lovers.
Yan Qi let out a slow oh.
After a while, he turned his eyes to look at Fu Yue, and then stretched out his hand to pull at her sleeve.
"I'm wrong."
"Do not be angry."
Without the slightest imperial majesty, like a soft little milk dog.
Fu Yue took advantage of the opportunity to gain an inch: "Then I will go home and live."
Yan Qi stared at her, thought for a long time, and nodded slowly.
"it is good."
"But I want to go together."