But this man grabbed her by the waist, hugged her tightly, and forced her to look at him, and in a pair of bottomless black eyes, he saw that a storm was about to brew again:

"Ling Ran, do you want to talk about it?!"

Ling Ran pursed his lips, looked at him, and after a while, he spoke without being humble or arrogant:

"Chu Yijun, in this matter, you are very casual, forget it, don't force me to be as casual as you."

Chu Yijun's dark eyes lit up, and he repeated in a deep voice:

"Random?"

Ling Ran nodded:

"It's casual. It's easy to promise, it's casual. It's just as good to everyone, it's even more casual," she paused, and then continued, "So, Chu Yijun, don't think I'll say that to you." ”

As she finished speaking, she looked away, not wanting to look at him again.

But to her annoyance, no matter how much she adjusted her gaze, the focus of her gaze could not escape the paintings on his wall.

Somehow, Ling Ran looked at those paintings, and his heart felt a silent pain, it was that kind of throbbing.

"You mean Yan Bingbing?" Chu Yijun chuckled, then pulled over a bench beside him and sat down, elbows on his knees, his hands crossed and clasped, his head bowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ling Ran didn't answer, just stared straight at the ground.

After a long time, I heard Chu Yijun suddenly whisper:

"She's just a pawn of mine." Looking up at Ling Ran, seeing that she was stunned, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into an astringent arc, "I married her in to suppress your sister's incident." Because only her father can hold it down.

"But then, she poisoned me."

Ling Ran's heart was shocked, and he looked at him suddenly, listening to him continue:

"At that time, I realized that everything was just a trap, and that she and her father were the prince's people.

"So in the days when you went back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, I tried my best to be good to her. What you see is just my play. It's not easy to make the mole your own person. ”

“······ Then why didn't you tell me sooner? Ling Ran asked, also pulled a chair and sat down, looking at a table of sumptuous dishes, suddenly hungry, so he took a chopstick dish to his mouth and ate it.

"I'm afraid you'll leak the stuffing." Chu Yijun also turned to the table and took her bowl to serve the soup.

“······ Then why are you, and now tell me again? Ling Ran took the soup and asked puzzled.

"Because between us, we can't afford to delay." Chu Yijun stroked her head, and when she remembered what she had just said, her heart hurt uncontrollably, "And tomorrow is the bonfire festival, I don't know what will happen." ”

Ling Ran stopped talking and drank the soup silently, but felt a little tasteless.

"Come on, eat some shou noodles." As he spoke, Chu Yijun sandwiched a large chopstick noodle for her.

Ling Ran smiled, took the bowl, and also gave him a chopstick noodle, "The prince also eats." ”

Seeing this, Chu Yijun hooked the corners of his mouth, immediately put down his chopsticks, grabbed Ling Ran and kissed her on the face, "Eat quickly, otherwise it will be cold." ”

"Hmm." Ling Ran lowered his head and took a silent breath, but suddenly remembered something, so he looked at him again:

"What about Yan Bingbing?"

Falling in love with the enemy who should have been killed, but being used by the enemy in turn, Ling Ran suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Yan Bingbing.

"Leave her alone. After a long time, there is no need for this king to make a move, and someone will kill her. Thinking that Ling Ran had almost lost his life by her, Chu Yijun's eyes couldn't help but pass through a blood-devouring ruthlessness.

"Oh." Ling Ran nodded.

"Eat fast, eat fast. Eat more meat, look at you, what have you eaten these days when this king is away? Chu Yijun quietly glanced at Ling Ran's front, "My chest is thin." Then he put a large chopstick meat into her bowl.

"Poof——! Hearing this, Ling Ran couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of food, and stepped on his foot under the table, "Chu-Yi-Jun——! You're a big-perverted-wolf——! ”

"Shhh······ It hurts, Madame. Chu Yijun threw the peeled shrimp into her bowl, and Ling Ran let him go and happily ate the shrimp.

After eating enough, Ling Ran couldn't help but burp, touched her stomach contentedly, looked at the man who had already eaten and waited for her to be sleepy, and said:

"Let's go!"

"Let's go." Chu Yijun also stood up.

"Wait, what if I want to take these two walls away?" When Ling Ran passed by the wall, he couldn't help but stop, looking at the painting on it reluctantly, and suddenly sighed, "How long have you been painting such a huge project······?"

"This private room will be yours from now on. You can come whenever you want. Chu Yijun hugged her from behind and said.

"Yo, don't lock me?" Ling Ran turned his head and smiled at him.

Chu Yijun was stunned for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and kissed her face, "It turns out that Mrs. likes to be locked so much, so lock it up." ”

"Hmph, no!" Ling Ran tilted his head.

"Little rebel concubine. Is it interesting to go back and forth every day? ”

“······ It's obvious that the prince is unreasonable. How can anyone lock his wife with seven locks at every turn, you say? Ling Ran glanced at him and retorted.

"Who else but this king? Let's go. Chu Yijun grabbed her hand and walked out.

"Hmph. Count you a little self-aware. You won't be allowed to lock me up in the future, do you hear? ”

"I didn't hear you."

"Hmph. Then I'll dig a hole in the ground and get out. ”

"Hole in the ground?! It turned out that the king had married a little gopher. ”

“······ Hmph, I also got married to a safe, and I was locked every day. ”

"Isn't it good to treat you like a baby? Where can I find such a good husband? ”

“······”

The setting sun was setting in the west, stretching the shadows of the two obliquely.

Handsome men and beautiful women, holding hands, walked through the quiet and peaceful streets together, talking and laughing all the way, making the pedestrians on the street look sideways and envy······