Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

The expression of moral integrity was once again indescribable.

The thick eyebrows were twisted, Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his face full of disgust.

The co-author is so excited that the hands are shaking, and it thinks the host is scared.

This baby really shouldn't trust this foolish woman who deceives feelings.

smile.

"Eating some fruit is good for your body, behave, don't be lazy."

Zhang Sunquan picked up the fruit plate on the table and walked towards it, his sight was always low. Gentlemen generally did not look deep into the bed.

"His Royal Highness, don't come over!" Kwana couldn't help but amplified his voice, acting like a little girl who was afraid of being peeked by a man.

As if he was aware of his gaffe, Kwon Nai lowered his eyelashes, and his lush white fingers gripped the quilt on his body nervously.

He coughed softly, "His Royal Highness, Caomin is rude... and looking at the Prince's Hall..."

"That's it, this palace is rude, Xixi is still a little girl who hasn't come out of the pavilion, how can I live with a man late at night?"

The words are so rational, why do they sound a bit wronged?

Kwon Nai paused for a while, then blinked, "His Royal Highness..."

"But Xixi doesn't eat fruit, and I can't sleep in my palace. I always miss Xixi's body. If there is something wrong," Changsun Quan looked up and looked at the dim figure behind the veil, "My palace will feel distressed."

The voice of Changsun Quan was different from that of Lin Wangci.

There is some strength in the softness that people can't bear to refuse.

"Why does your Royal Highness be so good to Caomin..." Quan Nai deliberately turned his face sideways, revealing a sad expression, and his heart was touched.

All of this was seen in full view by Lin Wuci beside him.

"because……"

Chang Sun Quan came with a delicate fruit plate, with a warm smile on his face, like a spring breeze.

"Xixi, my palace treats you like before at first sight."

"Uh!"

Kwon Nai's soft lips overflowed with a suppressed exclamation. Although it was small, the grandson Kwon could also hear it.

Lin Wangci, the dog man took advantage of the girl's slack, took her hand and kneaded it unscrupulously, not caring whether it could be seen by the eldest grandson Quan.

"What's wrong?"

The grandson Quan walked over nervously, and Quanna hurriedly turned his back and said ashamed, "His Royal Highness, please stop, Caomin... Caomin is not wearing a coat..."

"What happened just now?"

"Cao Min just accidentally pressed his finger, it's okay."

Kwonna frowned and stared at the man who was laughing after the trouble. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was firmly held by the man.

Mouth shape said to her.

"do not move."

"Let's take a look at this palace. The girl is born delicate, and she will leave a red mark when she touches it at random, which makes people feel distressed." Zhang Sun Quan was still holding something in his hand.

I don’t know if it was intentional. Zhang Sunquan took a sachet from his waist, rubbed his fingertips, his eyes were deep, "This is what I bought on the street today, looking at the good match for you."

bought?

Why doesn't she remember that Changsun Quan bought a sachet on the street today?

"His Royal Highness..."

The voice was soft and waxy, and he carried a bit of crying, making people sound like they wanted to pinch the face of the voice master.

The grandson Quan said, "Just a moment."

He slowly approached, "Give you the sachet, and go, behave, stretch out your hand."

Under the red veil, the girl's soft body was looming, and as the footsteps advanced, the man looked more clearly.

The pain in Kwon Nai's hand that was pinched by Lin Wuci under the bedding was almost broken.

In order to prevent the eldest son Quan from approaching, Kwon-na stretched out his hand over the curtain, "Please give me the sachet, Your Highness."

The clothes covering the arms are lagging behind because of the veil blocking, and a small section of slender lotus root arms is revealed.

The eldest son Quan was led by a ghost, as if he was holding a treasure.