Chapter 89: You're Not Good to Me
As the words fell, he hugged her tightly with his empty hands, sticking to each other tightly, which meant absolute encroachment.
Sheng Han's sleeves were knocked into her head dizzy, and she finally saw the man's face clearly, and the previous sadness rushed well, almost drowning her.
In the end, she cried against Pei Lingqi's shoulder socket, and after taking a bath, she was carried back to the bed and bit the corner of the quilt and sobbed, crying so much that she vaguely forgot the reason why she was uncomfortable.
"I see that you are so well-behaved on weekdays, but now you are venting out and tossing this king?"
Pei Lingqi was also amazed at her patience, and pulled the girl who twitched her shoulders, "What's so sad about crying like this?" ”
Do you miss her father? Not really.
Sheng Han's sleeves looked at the man's handsome face with teary eyes, and there was a clearly visible spoiling on his face, he used to think about his pet, but now he is becoming more and more uncomfortable.
She cried breathlessly, Pei Lingqi kissed her eyebrows with pity, "If you are bullied at the palace banquet, this king will help you take revenge and go back, if you have any grievances, you can also tell this king." Don't cry, huh? ”
"I ...... Not being bullied...... No one ......" the girl pressed her heart, "Don't be so good to me, don't be nice to me......"
It's not really good, but it's a knife to kill people, so why bother spoiling her? Even if she pretends to be pampered, she can do it.
Pei Lingqi's eyes darkened, don't be nice to her? She doesn't want his favor?
Oh, I really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and there are many women in the world who are scrambling to enter his war palace, she is good, and she dares to dislike it!
Sheng Hansleeve regretted it slightly, buried his face in his chest, and said intermittently: "Count...... Forget it, it's okay if you're good to me, no matter how good it is. After all...... After all, if you don't treat me well, no one treats me well. ”
As long as she supported herself, she didn't blame the torment.
- How hard it is to live.
Pei Lingqi once in his heart, all the unhappiness of Shicai receded, and only the heart was full of distress. Little by little, he kissed the girl's face and traced her eyebrows with thin lips.
"This king will treat you well, and will always be good. Don't worry, as long as you follow this king, no one can bully you. ”
Sheng Hansleeve didn't hear the man's whispered words clearly, she only cared about sobbing, sleepiness and drunkenness surging up at the same time, stirring her into deep thought.
"Lord Wang, the decanting soup has been delivered." Fang Yi lightly buckled the door.
"Bring it in."
Pei Lingqi picked up the little woman and sat up, motioned to Fang Yi to put down the decanting soup and go out, and then coaxed the squeamish girl in a low voice, "Sleeves, can you drink some sobering soup?" You've drunk a lot of alcohol, be careful that you wake up tomorrow with a headache. ”
The tone is so gentle that people are unconsciously intoxicated.
Sheng Han pursed his mouth, wiped his eyes, and cried in a soft voice, "You feed me." ”
The man's eyes were full of pampering, and he kissed her cheek in a dumb voice, "Okay." ”
I can't tell why I want to spoil her, but when I see this person, I want to spoil her all the time and do my best.
Pei Lingqi picked up the girl and sat on the table, picked up the spoon and blew it cold before feeding, it was really gentle in her bones.
Sheng Hansleeve looked at his movements, and the question in his heart came out, "Lord Wang, you are the high-ranking war lord, what I said is presumptuous, you are not angry, and you still connive at me?" ”
"Silly."
As soon as she sniffed, she approached to kiss him, and then remembered something, and withdrew her arm and wiped her mouth with her sleeve, before continuing the unfinished movement and kissing his chin.