Quickly wear: The male protagonist who dotes on his wife is clingy, crying and jealous.

The big hand on the cheek is still making trouble,

Jiang Yun slapped his rough hand away and glared at him angrily, "Don't pinch Aijia's face!"

Jun Molin raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Don't you feel uncomfortable anymore?"

I still have the strength to hit people.

Jiang Yun turned her head away and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Jun Molin felt relieved instantly, touched her head, and stretched out his arms to hug her slender and soft body.

The clear and domineering aura drove straight in, making people's minds a little confused.

Jiang Yun reacted and was shocked, "What are you going to do again?"

"Hold on for a while. If I don't want to do anything, does the emperor's sister-in-law want me to do something?"

"..."

He just hugged her, rubbed her cheek tentatively, and then put his head next to hers, which was even stickier than the cat he raised.

Jiang Yun felt uncomfortable being restrained, so she moved her head, and her red lips just touched his cheek.

The man's figure visibly froze, and she hurriedly shrank her head, "Aijia, Aijia is not..."

"Sister-in-law, you'd better make up a suitable reason." Jun Molin raised his head with a smile, his voice slightly hoarse, "If you can't make it up, just kiss me again."

"You are simply..."

"What exactly?" He stared at her tight red lips with dark eyes.

Jiang Yun grimaced and choked out two words, "Excessive."

The man laughed deeply, and a low-pitched, mellow voice fell in his ears, as if he had tasted some fine wine.

He turned his head sideways, and Jiang Yun closed her eyes in fear. Her delicate lips were red and attractive, and she looked very kissable.

Jun Molin watched intently, his Adam's apple moving up and down, and he held her back with his generous palms and stroked, "Next time you kiss, the emperor's sister-in-law must be mentally prepared in advance. I don't want to make you faint with a kiss." ."

"..."

He didn't dare to take a step closer, and Jiang Yun didn't dare to move any further. Her eyes accidentally met his deep eyes, and she felt as if the desire in his eyes could devour her.

Her heart was beating fast, her eyebrows furrowed, and she stretched out her hand to push him, "It's uncomfortable to hold it down."

"Uncomfortable?" The man hurriedly let go, looked at her nervously, touched his hands on the brocade quilt and immediately bounced it away.

It's soft, I don't know if it's a quilt or something else.

His dark eyes flickered, and he strode outside to call the doctor.

Considering that Jiang Yun was often ill, the regent authorized the imperial physician to live near Fu'an Palace, and he could be here in a short time.

After going out to call someone, Jun Molin immediately returned, sat in front of the bed and held Jiang Yun's hand.

After a while, it was no longer uncomfortable. Jiang Yun twitched her hands, pursed her lips and said, "That's all it is for people to see. The regent respects himself."

"I don't dare anyone to say anything when I see it. Who dares to talk nonsense?" He grabbed her hand tightly, put it in his palm to wrap it, opened it again, and then wrapped it again.

Jiang Yun was speechless for a moment, but when she saw the imperial doctor coming, she immediately pulled her hand back.

Jun Molin's face darkened, and he stepped aside to see the doctor first.

"The Queen Mother is fine, just keep your mind calm." The imperial doctor replied respectfully, gave Jiang Yun two injections, and then went out with the regent.

Jiang Yun felt sleepy, drank a glass of water, and fell asleep quickly.

She was already asleep when Jun Molin came in. He waved for everyone to go out and sat down by the bed.

He reached into the quilt and held her hand. He looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, a slow smile appeared on his lips, and his dark eyes flickered.

Only after meeting her did I know what satisfaction was.

Just holding her hand, I felt very satisfied.

After pressing the quilt for her, Jun Molin reached out and touched her forehead, then lowered his head and rubbed it against her.

Without further interruption, he stood up and left, going to the Imperial Study Room to check the little emperor's homework.

"Your Majesty, the regent is here." The old eunuch shouted at the door.

The little emperor woke up immediately, and the royal paper under his pen was dyed with a large area of ​​ink.

He stood up in panic and hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it.

A dark shadow fell in front of his eyes, and the regent had already walked to the dragon case with a serious and majestic face.

"Emperor, uncle emperor."

No matter how courageous he usually is, when he comes face to face, the little emperor is still frightened in his heart.

"How was the court today?" Jun Molin asked in a low voice. He didn't get angry when he saw the large black ink, and seemed to be in a good mood.

The little emperor was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Today the officials are discussing the salt tax, and I am still thinking about it."

"Well, write it down and give it to me tomorrow." He said politely.

"Uncle Emperor, why don't you scold me today?"

"Your Majesty, do you really want to be scolded?" Jun Molin sat down next to him, lifted up his clothes, revealing the peace knot around his waist, and discussed in a gentle tone, "If you want to be scolded, say it in advance next time."

"No, no, I don't want to." The little emperor couldn't help but look at his peace knot. The style was more complicated than his, and the color was more bright and eye-catching.

He looked at it with a strange expression, feeling that Jun Molin came here specifically to show him this.

"What are you looking at? Have you finished reading the book?" Jun Molin put up the hem of his clothes to prevent him from looking at it, and glanced at him indifferently.

"Not yet, I'll go now."

The two went to Jiang Yun's place for dinner together at noon, and then discussed the draft and initially decided on a few candidates.

Without saying a word, the little emperor was sent away.

The regent stayed as a matter of course, saying that he still had something to discuss with the Queen Mother.

Jiang Yun saw that he didn't even need to think about reasons now, he was arbitrary and extremely domineering.

"Is the Queen Mother's medicine ready?" the man asked, looking sideways at the nanny beside him.

Grandma Wang understood the idea, bowed and exited, "I'll go take a look, I guess it will take a while."

Jiang Yun opened her mouth and was about to shout when the man stretched out his arms and took her into his arms, locking her tightly between his broad chest.

"Jun Mo Lin, you are too presumptuous!" She hit his shoulder, which was as hard as iron.

The man's big hand touched her back and calmed her rhythmically, "Sister-in-law, don't hurt your hand. I will apply medicine to you later."

The strong masculine aura enveloped her, and the strong arms hugged her waist tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

Jiang Yun's cheeks became hot, her body rose into the air, and he carried her directly to the bed.

Facing the man's dark eyes, she looked panicked.

"Is the royal sister-in-law ready?"

Jiang Yun immediately shook her head, "Say it next time."

"Now is the next time."

He laughed hoarsely, lightly pressed her delicate lips with his fingertips, blushing, lowered his head to cover her, and clasped her waist with his big hands.