The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

"You are..."

An Yunge looked down helplessly at her entangled body, with Jiamu Chacha's smirk in her eyes.

"Draw a circle to bless you."

Jiamu Chacha tilted her head, her eyes were bright, and she said sweetly.

"..."

An Yunge blinked, why couldn't he see that this was a blessing?
Bad boy, talking nonsense with his eyes open.

An Yunge curled her lips, and nodded pretending to understand: "Oh~ So that's how it is."

"Uh-huh!"

Jiamu Chacha nodded seriously, then turned around and covered her mouth with a smirk, this stupid dragon, she just wanted to tie the rope.

Fortunately, he still believed.

The moment she turned around, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of An Yunge's mouth, as long as she was happy.

After three days, Jiamu Chacha didn't have the slightest intention of going back. Instead, she became more and more excited and almost regarded this place as her home.

"Coo coo coo coo," just as An Yunge was about to take a nap, Jiamu Chacha suddenly woke up the dragon, watching the tired eyes open with a crystal golden light.

"Ok?"

An Yunge tilted the dragon's head to one side, and looked sideways at the wormwood dumpling lying on his body.

Since Jiamu Chacha was dressed in green all over, An Yunge simply called her wormwood dumpling.

"What shall we have for lunch?"

Jiamu Chacha seemed to be very proud, she woke up the lazy dragon again, but seeing An Yunge's face didn't seem very good, the black dragon's horn turned into a transparent dark black for some reason, looming and about to disappear .

She couldn't help reaching out to touch him, wanting to see why his horns were like that. When An Yunge saw the outstretched hand, she seemed to realize something, and shrank back, avoiding the one that almost touched the dragon. The corner of the hand, but saw that hand stopped, at the same time Jiamu Chacha's face was shining with tears, she bit her lip.

"You...you don't want people to touch you."

The soft voice and the tears that were about to fill the eyes instantly broke through An Yunge's inner defense line. He sent the dragon horn forward, and it happened to fall into the white palm.

"How come, touch it, touch it."

He sighed and said helplessly, at the same time he gently stroked her palm with his horn.

Long Jiao Ceng's palms were itchy, and Jiamu Chacha couldn't help giggling, revealing a few white teeth.

But she still felt something was wrong, this dragon horn is very soft, the usual dragon horn should feel like metal, hard and cold, but this dragon horn is like wood, although it is also hard, but it is not cold when you hold it Instead, it felt like there was a gap in the middle, so she didn't dare to use force, for fear that it would break if she exerted a little force.

what is going on.

She secretly made a note, and when she went back, she would look up the ancient books to find out what the symptoms were. The smile on her face was still the same as before, but the corners of her mouth subconsciously restrained a lot.

An Yunge keenly caught the restrained corners of his mouth, and there was emotion in his golden eyes. It seemed that he had to be more cautious, this little girl was too sensitive.

If she knew that her life was not long... how sad she would be.

People have limits, so dragons naturally have them. He has lived for thousands of years with this broken body, and he is content with this sentimental wormwood dumpling.

Tuanzi said that she took the flowers for Qi Yuan, which means that they already knew that she was connected with him. Those monsters, monsters, dragon-faced and animal-hearted things may be plotting some tricks, and this silly Tuanzi is their opponent. .

It seems that he must make a plan early, even if he dies, he must ensure her safety.

Calculated according to the speed at which mana dissipated, I am afraid he could only last for three days.

If those plotters were led into the cave, he might be able to die with them by relying on the energy stored in Ni Lin.

Then, she will be free from worries.

"Gugu, you know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were super scary, but now you look cute, just black, like a coal ball,"

Jiamu Chacha poked An Yunge's charcoal-like dragon scales, curled her lips, her face full of disgust.

Seeing that he didn't speak, she raised her eyes again and asked, "What about you, when you saw me, what kind of person did you think I was?"

An Yunge was really questioned. If it was the first time, the first time he saw this girl, she really wasn't in this cave.

Three years ago, he was still imprisoned, but at that time his mana was so strong that he could transform into a soul and walk within a limited range around him.

When approaching Shrimp Castle, I felt a powerful force gathering. If it erupted, all creatures in the South China Sea would be destroyed. Was he a Dragon King? Innocent, so I went to investigate.

It turned out to be a black sinking copper hammer, that magical weapon that was almost as famous as the Dinghai Shenzhen needle, and few people could block its blow.

Seeing that the energy was about to erupt at that time, he gathered all his strength and turned it into a light shield, protecting the little demon next to the hammer, but the two demons who cast that blow were chosen by themselves to transform themselves into magic, so they couldn't be saved. When I came back, I had no choice but to watch them perish.

When he approached the battlefield, he found a girl covered in green blood, unconsciously lying on the ground, her palm-sized face was covered by waterfall black hair, and her small body was shrunk into a ball.

He used up the last bit of energy to help her heal her injury, but he was so weak that he almost couldn't go back.

The energy resistance that time defeated and severely damaged its already weak primordial spirit. At that time, he also asked himself, why should he meddle in his own business?

It's just that I still remember the belief when I was the Dragon King in my heart. With my own power, I can calm the waves of the world and keep all directions safe.

only……

An Yunge smiled regretfully, he probably ran out of time.

It could be considered karma, he saved her, and now she has come to his door.

Everyone said that he was extremely cruel, but she was not afraid of him. To her, he became a pillow...a doll...a tissue to wipe away tears...

She was so close to him, and he didn't want to push her away with a cold look.

Cherish only when you lose, and he never wants to confirm this sentence.

Don't say there are only three days left, even if there is only one second left, it is enough to have her in his arms.

"Can you stay with me these few days?"

An Yunge stabilized his flustered mind, and asked cautiously, for fear that Jiamu Chacha would notice something.

"Okay." Jiamu Chacha agreed very quickly, she really wanted to live here, and she was afraid that he would not agree!

"are you hungry?"

An Yunge asked, stretching out the dragon's tail to the back of the hole, groping for something, and when he came back, a piece of pink pastry was rolled in the dragon's tail.

He handed Jiamu Chacha.

"Eat."

"Where did this come from?"

Jiamu Chacha held the dim sum in both hands, her eyes were wide open, there was no one here, where did the dim sum come from?

Could it be... there are other goblins here?

She seemed to be holding a jar of vinegar, but she felt sour before she could eat it. She threw the pastry on the ground and pouted, "This is broken, I can't eat it anymore!"

"Huh? No, I just did it last night."

An Yunge asked doubtfully, looking at the cakes on the ground with regret.

Jiamu Chacha quickly picked up the dim sum and patted the soil on it, "Oh, you made it, I thought..."

She had just said half a sentence, when she suddenly realized something was wrong, her little face blushed suddenly.

"Pfft, you don't think it was done by someone else, do you?"

An Yunge intentionally expressed Jiamu Chacha's thoughts, causing her to wave a snack and hammer An Yunge's body in shame: "Necrosis, necrosis, stinking!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm the best, and the dumplings are the best!"

An Yunge lovingly rolled her into her arms, grabbed the snack with her huge claws, and handed it to her pink lips.

"Hey, the best dumpling, shall we eat?"

Jiamu Chacha covered her face, but couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from grinning. She parted her hands, exposing her eyes, bit her mouth lightly, and ate the pastry between her paws.

"Yeah, delicious!"

She nodded vigorously, her eyes were shining brightly, her red lips were chewing hard, every bite was very sweet.

After eating half a piece, Jiamu Chacha didn't say anything. She snatched the pastry from An Yun's singer and brought it to his mouth.

"I feed you."

There was a blush on his shy face, Jiamu Chacha was sweeter than pastries at this moment, An Yunge couldn't help but feel shaken when he saw it, he leaned over lightly, and was about to...

Suddenly seeing something in Jiamu Chacha's eyes, she quickly retracted her body.

Gradually lost, now that he can't even recover his body, how could he kiss her.

No, he must wait until he can recover his human body before kissing her.

Thinking of this, An Yunge licked his itchy lips, bit down the pastry hard, and chewed it as if venting.

In the Crystal Palace, everyone gathered together. Bei Zhixia looked at Cheng Shui beside Tu Zhijiu with an infatuated face, while Cheng Shui put all her eyes on Tu Zhijiu, while Tu Zhijiu, who was watched by Cheng Shui, looked at Cheng Shui who had just recovered. Personal prayers.

The old Dragon King stood on top of them, frowning as he looked at this complicated circle.

"Prince Qi, I have heard what you said to the Dragon King. You are not lying about marrying me, right?"

Tu Zhijiu first confirmed the most important information. She could tell that Qi Yuan didn't love her, but so what, as long as she married him, she could make him keep his heart willingly.

"Naturally, but you are a little pearl shell, fighting offended dragons?"

Qi Yuan didn't even look at Tu Zhijiu, his mind is full of that light green figure now, and he doesn't know what happened to Jiamu Chacha...

Was he too aggressive? He could do everything without telling her, but he didn't stabilize his impulsive mentality, which made her discover his intentions.

They're not even friends now.

"Of course not, but I know a secret, that is, Jiamu Chacha's blood is the weapon to kill that sinful dragon."

Tu Zhijiu threw out a heavyweight chip, she was full of confidence, no matter how much he questioned, she had another way, in short, she was going to decide on this person.

"What did you say?"

Three voices sounded at the same time, namely Cheng Shui, Qi Yuan and Old Dragon King.

They were all shocked. How could such a weak Jiamu Chacha have special blood?