"You also know that he is the prince, like me, he stretches out his hand from his clothes and opens his mouth with food, how can he cook." When he said this, Mo Nancheng said this from the perspective of understanding. Unexpectedly, such a simple sentence actually made his face completely cold.

With a gloomy face, with a hint of self-deprecation, he sneered: "Yes, he is a high-ranking prince, and I am just a good-looking and intelligent pariah, and the two are completely incomparable." After speaking, he was stunned for a moment at the sad and helpless gaze of Shangmo Nancheng, and did not say any more.

Don't you forget to praise yourself at this time......

"No, he's a negative man, and you're my true love! At most, I won't make trouble, don't always think about it, like a resentful woman......" said, her stomach made another sound, so she learned to paint and touched her belly, Chu Chu pitifully said to her stomach, "Good belly, don't be hungry, don't be hungry, endure the rain for a while, don't make any more trouble." Glancing at the male god, he was really moved.

laughed a few times in his heart, and continued to say: "I told you to stop screaming, why are you so disobedient!" What the? You say you can't conceive a child when you're hungry? What are you kidding, the place where you conceive a child is called the womb, what's your business! Ha? Are you good friends? What did you say?! You're going to tell your womb that I'm bullying you?! It's none of my business, and I don't want you to go hungry. Don't be like this, we've been together for so many years, let's save face. After acting to the top, I completely entered the play, gritting my teeth with hatred for a while, and persuading with bitterness for a while.

"You just bully me." Seeing her affectionate appearance, Yan Qianfan's face gradually softened, sighed lightly, and couldn't help crying and laughing, "Look at what the hell you look like, I'll help you comb your hair first, and I'll go to the kitchen to see what there's later, don't be too happy, I don't guarantee that you can eat." ”

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, he was slightly fascinated by the peerless face in the bronze mirror.

No matter how many times he looked at it, Mo Nancheng still felt that this face was very unfamiliar, but there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.

The skin of the person in the mirror is like condensed fat, the eyes are like apricots, the lips are red without dots, the eyebrows are not painted but green, and the waist-length green silk is like a black jade ink waterfall. In front of this face, I can't even find any shortcomings. If you insist on picking bones in eggs, it is that this face is too delicate, and has no other characteristics except for being good-looking, just like the beauty on the cover of the ancient sayings novel.

But seriously, if you look so beautiful, you should honestly make a vase! People can't be perfect, after all.

But when the bronze mirror reflected another face from time to time, which could completely second her a few streets, Mo Nancheng's face suddenly darkened.

This face is not only better than her, but the owner of this face is almost a perfect person, and the most hateful thing is that his vulgar temperament completely covers up the evil nature in his heart, so that she thought at first that he really did not eat the fireworks of the world as the rumors said.

Comparisons are odious. The more Mo Nancheng looks at it, the more unfair he feels, really, if you look so good-looking, you can honestly be your vase: "Male god, go over, don't be reflected in the mirror." I'm admiring myself right now, don't wipe me off with your face at this time. ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding temperature suddenly cooled down, and Yan Qianfan's action of helping her comb her hair also stopped: "My face sweeps your interest?" ”

"Oh?" In the bronze mirror, Yan Qianfan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the dangerous aura in it was self-evident, smiling softly like water, his tone was gentle, bringing out a hint of temptation, and he said softly, "Tell me, how did my face sweep your interest?" ”

Zhilu said that he had misunderstood what she meant, and remembered that what he cared about most was what others evaluated him, and what he cared about most was how others evaluated his peerless face. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he hurriedly explained: "You are so good-looking, compared to you appearing in a bronze mirror, how can you let me appreciate myself, I am ashamed and I don't have time to say yes?" ”

He was slightly stunned at first, and then smiled: "You just appreciate me." My face is more beautiful than yours, and more beautiful than you. ”

"......" in the face of this slut, can she continue to love?

Mo Nancheng looked at Yan Qianfan's rare gentle expression of combing her hair through the bronze mirror in a daze, and suddenly remembered his muffled snort when she patted his chest before, lowered his eyes slightly, covered the complex emotions in his eyes, and called him in a calm voice: "Male god." ”

Pulling up a strand of her black hair, she whispered, "Huh? ”

After hesitating for a while, he said lightly, "You're injured." ”

Listening to her tone of light statement, Yan Qianfan didn't intend to hide it from her: "Hmm." ”

Hearing him admit it very simply, Mo Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and teased: "He is merciful to his subordinates, and he didn't hit you in the face." ”

"But I hit him in the face."

“…… Σ(—_—|||)” Silently support the forehead.

The two looked at each other speechlessly in the bronze mirror, and Mo Nancheng really admired Yan Qianfan's beautiful face as he said. It's not that she's obedient, it's not that she's funny, it's that she really can't take her eyes off his face and on her own. As soon as he thought of this, Mo Nancheng felt all kinds of sadness.

After putting the hairpin in her hair, he suddenly broke the silence and said, "Comb it." ”

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror in a daze for a while, and after a while, she said in a daze: "Male god." ”

"Huh?"

"Your hair curling skills are getting better and better, have you practiced it to yourself in private?" As he spoke, he made up the scene where he was impatient to comb his hair in front of the bronze mirror, and suddenly slapped the table and laughed wildly. That scene was so funny! o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

The corners of his eyebrows twitched, and he smiled at her: "Believe it or not, I've shaved all your hair now." ”

“！！！” Σ(°△°|||) Reached out and made a zipper movement in front of his lips, and obediently closed his mouth.

She believed that the dead fox had done it.

A moment later. Mo Nancheng couldn't help but break the silence.

"Male God╭(╯3╰)╮"

Sighed lightly, retracted his gaze that had been looking at Mo Nancheng in the mirror, it was quite cute when it was quiet, but as soon as he spoke, he wanted to pump her for some reason. Zhilu said that she must be unable to spit out the ivory and say some nonsense again, and said helplessly: "What's the matter?" ”

Mo Nancheng smiled secretly, turned around and looked at him shyly: "Don't keep staring at people, people will be embarrassed o(*////▽////*)q and when are you going to cook." I'm looking forward to seeing your husband's side╭(╯3╰)╮"