What's going on?

It's just that Weiwei's little idiot is so good!

How can you say that kind of nonsense, even in front of this man, but there is Jun Hanxiao outside, how much does that damage her beautiful image of quiet and elegant?

Feng Qian is not sad.

Jun Moying was frightened by her aggrieved expression, but the softest corner of her heart twitched slightly, and asked in a low voice and good-natured: "Who bullied you again?" How can a person sleep well in it like this? ”

Feng Qian finally relieved herself, suddenly grabbed his hand, and looked at him very seriously for a while, making Jun Moying think that she had something important to say to herself.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, Feng Qian tightened his hand tightly, and said miserably: "Did you hear what Wei Wei said just now?" I'm getting moldy, it's going to stink, let me go out and move? ”

"No way!"

Jun Moying frowned, and refused without thinking about it.

"It's only been two days, and you can't lie down? I just came back from Concubine Wan today, didn't I bask in the sun and the wind on the road, what do you want to go out for? ”

"What two days of effort, you lie in bed for two days without moving, try to see if you will get bored!" Feng Qian sniffed with a bitter face, "I miss the smell of the sun, I miss the smell of those flowers in the yard, you just let me go out for a while, okay?" Let's do it! ”

Jun Moying raised her eyebrows, and coaxed helplessly: "I have already felt the taste of the sun, as for those flowers, if you really miss them so much, I will let you move in?" ”

Feng Qian thinks this man is good or bad......

"Humph!" She shook off his hand and pulled the quilt over her head.

"Look, I've got such a great idea for you, and you're not happy anymore." Jun Moying's eyes were lightly picked, and a trace of teasing arc was drawn on his handsome face.

"This temper is really getting worse and worse."

"Pregnant women have a bad temper! Moody, pregnancy syndrome, do you understand! ”

There was such a sullen voice from the quilt, complaining dissatisfiedly, with a hint of imperceptible coquettishness in anger.

Jun Moying seemed to be amused by her, and laughed lowly.

"Shallow and good, I just went out today, and I can't move anymore. The doctor said that now the fetal elephant is just a little stable, and it can't be moved casually. ”

Every characteristic of some people is so unique, just like Jun Moying, his laughter can be so seductive when he can't even see his face, let alone when he sees his face!

Feng Qian felt that the treatment between people was really unfair enough.

Why doesn't she have such a demonic face or such a demagogic voice?

Thinking too much about it, she forgot to reply to this man's words, and the consequence was that someone rubbed her head through the quilt.

She could only find a rough shape, but Jun Moying was like discovering a new continent, and she was addicted to ravaging the quilt - of course, the strength of her hands was very light, and it was the kind that would never hurt her.

Feng Qian was rubbed by him very awkwardly, and then he came back to his senses, and shouted in the quilt: "Jun Moying, what are you doing!" I'm not dough, why are you kneading me like this! ”

"It's kind of dough wrapped in a quilt."

Feng Qian couldn't see the expression on his face, but she could imagine that he must be underbeaten now! What's going on?

It's just that Weiwei's little idiot is so good!

How can you say that kind of nonsense, even in front of this man, but there is Jun Hanxiao outside, how much does that damage her beautiful image of quiet and elegant?

Feng Qian is not sad.

Jun Moying was frightened by her aggrieved expression, but the softest corner of her heart twitched slightly, and asked in a low voice and good-natured: "Who bullied you again?" How can a person sleep well in it like this? ”

Feng Qian finally relieved herself, suddenly grabbed his hand, and looked at him very seriously for a while, making Jun Moying think that she had something important to say to herself.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, Feng Qian tightened his hand tightly, and said miserably: "Did you hear what Wei Wei said just now?" I'm getting moldy, it's going to stink, let me go out and move? ”

"No way!"

Jun Moying frowned, and refused without thinking about it.

"It's only been two days, and you can't lie down? I just came back from Concubine Wan today, didn't I bask in the sun and the wind on the road, what do you want to go out for? ”

"What two days of effort, you lie in bed for two days without moving, try to see if you will get bored!" Feng Qian sniffed with a bitter face, "I miss the smell of the sun, I miss the smell of those flowers in the yard, you just let me go out for a while, okay?" Let's do it! ”

Jun Moying raised her eyebrows, and coaxed helplessly: "I have already felt the taste of the sun, as for those flowers, if you really miss them so much, I will let you move in?" ”

Feng Qian thinks this man is good or bad......

"Humph!" She shook off his hand and pulled the quilt over her head.

"Look, I've got such a great idea for you, and you're not happy anymore." Jun Moying's eyes were lightly picked, and a trace of teasing arc was drawn on his handsome face.

"This temper is really getting worse and worse."

"Pregnant women have a bad temper! Moody, pregnancy syndrome, do you understand! ”

There was such a sullen voice from the quilt, complaining dissatisfiedly, with a hint of imperceptible coquettishness in anger.

Jun Moying seemed to be amused by her, and laughed lowly.

"Shallow and good, I just went out today, and I can't move anymore. The doctor said that now the fetal elephant is just a little stable, and it can't be moved casually. ”

Every characteristic of some people is so unique, just like Jun Moying, his laughter can be so seductive when he can't even see his face, let alone when he sees his face!

Feng Qian felt that the treatment between people was really unfair enough.

Why doesn't she have such a demonic face or such a demagogic voice?

Thinking too much about it, she forgot to reply to this man's words, and the consequence was that someone rubbed her head through the quilt.

She could only find a rough shape, but Jun Moying was like discovering a new continent, and she was addicted to ravaging the quilt - of course, the strength of her hands was very light, and it was the kind that would never hurt her.

Feng Qian was rubbed by him very awkwardly, and then he came back to his senses, and shouted in the quilt: "Jun Moying, what are you doing!" I'm not dough, why are you kneading me like this! ”

"It's kind of dough wrapped in a quilt."

Feng Qian couldn't see the expression on his face, but she could imagine that he must be underbeaten now!