On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can’t Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

  Chapter 41 041: Are you worried about me?

  But Yunran doesn't know yet.

  She squatted in front of Nangong Mo, stared at his legs, and said softly and flatteringly:

   "Master, the sun is so nice today! You should take a nap! Are you sleepy? How about I push you back to take a nap?"

  Nangong Mo's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at her calmly.

Ah…

  The dead girl is really a blatant drunkard who doesn't care about drinking!

  The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he sneered mercilessly, "Lin Wanyue, do you think it's you who knows how to sleep besides eating?"

  Yunran: "..."

  【Why are you still attacking personally? It's not cute! 】

   "My lord, there is a saying that grows in spring and grows in summer, and harvests in autumn and hides in winter. In winter, you need to sleep more and recharge your energy, so that you can be full of energy and health in the coming spring~"

   "Why don't you dig a hole and bury you, and dig you out next spring?"

  Yunran: "..."

  【Listen, is this a human language? What about human nature? Taken away by wolves? 】

  【If this is in our sect, someone will beat his head off. 】

   Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, their sect? What the **** place? So brutal!

   Then I saw the little girl with a bright and shady smile on her face, and said with mixed feelings:

   "Master, you are so funny! I'm not a carrot, how can I bury it! If you don't want to take a nap, then forget it!"

  【Cut~ I don’t believe you don’t sleep at night, so I’ll take a good look at it then, you’ll see enough! 】

  Nangong Mo: "..."

   It's really a headache to be undead...

   "But Lord, today I heard that the father of the idiot went to the emperor to cry and complain. Is there anything wrong with you?"

  The man raised his eyebrows lightly, with a half-smile, "Are you worried about me?"

   "No... you didn't start this because of me? If you have something, my conscience will be disturbed!"

   As soon as Yunran finished speaking, he heard the man sneer, with an indescribably cool tone:

   "My lord is a lord anyway, and if they want to kill you, they will kill you, a little wild cat with teeth and claws."

  Yunran: "..."

  Nangong Mo, you are going too far!

   "Instead of thinking about what you have and what you don't have, it's better to think about how to make you happy, so you can find your asylum."

   "..."

  Yunran looked at the man in front of him so that he could see the heinous face, gritted his teeth, resisted the urge to slap him, and tried to squeeze out a smile:

   "Master, it's time for dinner, I'll push you back!"

  【If you stay any longer, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist stepping on you to death! Still, the Empress Dowager looks delightful! 】

   "Lin Wanyue, are you an idiot? You just know how to eat."

  Yunran: "..."

   Hoo! calm! People can't be as knowledgeable as dogs!

  …

  Lunch was even richer than breakfast, and the Queen Mother made a special trip to have soup stewed, and she also served a bowl to Nangong Mo herself.

  Looking at him expectantly with an amiable smile on his face, "Jiulang, come, drink a bowl of soup to warm up first.

  This soup, the emperor’s grandmother made it boil for a whole morning, it’s delicious! "

  Nangong Mo looked at the empress dowager's overly bright smiling face, glanced over the bowl of soup, and frowned imperceptibly.

   Politely refused, "Grandmother, put it away for now, I'll drink it after I finish eating."

   "No, this soup must be drunk before meals to absorb it. The emperor's grandmother's hard work for half a day, don't you have the heart to let it down?"

  Nangong Mo: "..."

  What kind of soup, you have to drink it before meals to absorb it?

   Seeing that he still refused to drink, the queen mother snorted softly, "I want my daughter-in-law to feed you!

  Yue girl, come on, you work hard, and feed him this squeamish boy. "

  Nangong Mo: "???"

  The man's handsome face instantly turned black like the bottom of a pot: squeamish? who? !

  Yunran stood up numbly, took the bowl from the Empress Dowager's hand, "Ah, it's not hard, give it to me, Grandmother."

  Nangong Mo: "..."

  (end of this chapter)