Hearing Luo Yangyang's soft call, he had just woken up as if he was coquettish, and he immediately turned back.

looked at Luo Yangyang, who was lying on the bed, looking at him with straight eyes.

The corners of the canon's mouth raised, evoking a wicked smile:

"Are you thinking about me in your sleep, dreaming of me?"

If he hadn't had to rush back to the imperial capital later, he really wanted to rush over now and eat the beautiful girl in front of him a few times from the inside out.

"Shameless!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he didn't get up yet, and he was canonized and molested, and Luo Yangyang stared at him with a red face.

"Baby, get up when you wake up, we'll go back to the imperial capital later." Feng Sheng laughed.

"Back to the imperial capital?" Looking at the saint who had already made a decision to go back, Luo Yangyang's heart jumped, "Why did you suddenly decide to go back?" Is something wrong? ”

"Nothing happened, it's just that Lancelot flew to the imperial capital in the morning, so it's better for us to go back and have a look."

The canonization got up and walked towards Luo Yangyang, who was still lying on the bed.

"Lancelot went to the Imperial Capital?" Luo Yangyang's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly sat up, "Why did he leave suddenly?" ”

She had something to ask Lancelot, and she was still struggling with whether to recognize him as a father, but Lancelot threw off his hand and went to the imperial capital?

"Lancelot left early this morning, he probably didn't tell anyone else that he was going to the imperial capital."

Feng Sheng sat down on the edge of the small bed, and thinking that the window was still open, he pulled up the sheet that had slipped off Luo Yangyang's body, covering her entire shoulder.

"Didn't even Luo Ye know that he went to the imperial capital?" Luo Yangyang looked at the saint suspiciously, "What is he doing in the imperial capital?" Go to my mom? ”

How could Lancelot leave all of a sudden?

I didn't even tell her.

"He's supposed to go to your mother."

The canonist thought about it, got up again, walked to the window, and closed the window.

"What time is our plane back to the imperial capital?"

Luo Yangyang's gaze moved with the figure of the consecrated person.

"There's a plane at three o'clock."

The space of the entire small room was closed, and the saint walked to the bed and tore off the sheets on Luo Yangyang's body in a bad way.

"Three points? What time is it? ”