Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 894 His Royal Highness's Cat - The End (44)

"No Brother"

"A Wan almost can't eat anymore!"

In the room, the girl's dissatisfied murmur overflowed.

In the room, the man was sitting upright, firmly resting the jade chopsticks in his hand on the girl's lips, "I just took a few bites."

The chopsticks hold the fish meat, and the fish meat is wrapped in braised gorgon, which makes people's index fingers move when they look at it.

But Jiang Wan has no appetite.

She was dizzy from the knock just now, and now she just wants to lie on the bed and have a good sleep, and she doesn't want to be fed at all.

Besides, when she was on the bed just now, she was already "fed" a lot of things into her stomach.

Right now, she can't eat any delicacies from mountains and seas.

"I am full?"

Jiang Wan collapsed on the table and howled, "I'm almost dying."

"Then..." Fu Zhu put down the jade chopsticks in his hand, freed his hand to hold the lazy cat-shaped little girl beside him in his arms, "Brother, check it out and see if you really can't eat anything."

Jiang Wan pouted her little belly, then took his hand and placed it on her swollen belly, "Touch and see, he's not lying!"

She spoke sternly, but gradually realized something was wrong.
Why was the skirt she just put on stripped off again?

"My husband and wife, where are you checking! Hurry up and put down the skirt for me! You still have hands~"

"Ah Wan did eat a lot." He chuckled with her delicate ear in his mouth, "I can't even hold it in my stomach."

Jiang Wan clenched her lips, out of breath and asked angrily, "What are you bothering about!"

He replied slowly, "Induce vomiting."

Late at night, the candles in the study were still on.

Fu Zhu was sitting in front of the table, holding a pen and bowing his head, carefully writing something on a piece of white paper.

That is the art of defending soldiers, and it is also some of the experiences he has learned from practicing the soldiers of Qingyuan City these days.

In fact, in terms of the talents of the soldiers, the Beiyan people are not as good as the Beisai people.

The Northern Cypriots have practiced riding, archery and wrestling since childhood, and fighting among tribes is commonplace for them.The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is the eternal truth of the grassland.

If they want to win this battle, in addition to the unremitting drills of the soldiers, he, the general who uses troops, must also come up with good strategies against the enemy.

He must be sure of victory, and must not take chances.

Because he wanted to live, to protect his little peach blossom.

"Knock knock—" the door was knocked twice from outside.

"Come in." Fu Zhu rubbed his eyebrows and put down the pen in his hand.

The door opened, and a small black head poked halfway cautiously from the outside.

Fu Zhu immediately recognized the sneaky little thing outside the door.

"What are you doing outside? Come here." He waved.

Jiang Wan stood still, and said angrily, "It's fine to go there! But let's say it first, after I pass by, you can't laugh at me"

Husbands raised their eyebrows.

The little black head outside the door moved in little by little.

It wasn't until the whole person came out of the darkness and stood under the light and shadow that Fu Zhu finally understood what she meant by what she just said.

The head is black, the forehead is black, the eye sockets are black, and the palm-sized face and small nose are also black.

It looked like a black ball just rolled out of a coal pile.

"Hehe." Fu Zhu couldn't hold back a little, and bent his lips into a low laugh.

"I told you not to laugh!" The girl stomped her feet angrily, "You still laugh, don't you? If I had known, I wouldn't have made plum candies for you!"

Fuzhu saw a small plate in her hand.

On the plate were "little black briquettes" that were much smaller than her current size.

she says
Is this plum candy?
(End of this chapter)