"Yes, it's hard to reconcile!" Jing Qingran nodded strongly.

"However, in the eyes of this king, you are deliberately ...... "fix me......

"Stop, how can you have such a vicious idea? Just kidding. "Don't think too badly, everyone laughs, and everything will be fine.

"It's not a joke! Did the lady forget what the husband told you? The man said.

"You never told me that I wasn't allowed to joke with you." Jing Qingran said with a sad face.

Hold the idea that those who do not know are not guilty.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded, "there has never been a pact like this between you and me......"

"Oh. That's there now. He said.

Anyway, he is also her father-in-law, how can a father-in-law tolerate his own lady making fun of himself?

Did you know that respect is mutually reciprocal?

"That'...... That's fine, in the future, I'll try to respect you as much as possible......" Jing Qingran nodded.

Mu Zhengchen nodded with satisfaction, looking down at her, the night was silent, and she couldn't see her eyebrows and eyes clearly, but she had a hazy and reminiscent suffocating beauty.

"Lady, do you remember, if you make my husband angry, what punishment will you receive?" He lowered his head, rested his head on her thin shoulders, and spoke softly, in a voice low and with a deadly temptation.

It was night all around, and the two of them hugged each other, and there was no hint of provocation in the air.

At this moment, Jing Qingran thought for no reason that this man was very dangerous to her, so dangerous that it made her heart beat hard, and then said in a slightly trembling voice: "No, I don't remember." ”

In one sentence, after three words, Jing Qingran said four words, and trembled slightly word by word, as if he was afraid of him......

Such a man, with an almost perfect appearance, a noble identity, although he is cold, but he is still very conscientious, it can be said that he is a heartthrob.

Now, however, she was afraid of him.

"Don't remember?" He asked her, his voice low and seductive.

"It's getting late now, why don't we discuss how to divide the quilt next?" Jing Qingran commented.

"No need, it's so cold, what kind of quilt do you have?" He shook his head.

"Well, it's getting late, so sleep peacefully...... Good night. Jing Qingran said.

Her hands were off his back, and her body wanted to leave his embrace, but he hugged him tightly, showing no sign of relaxation.

"Good night!" Jing Qingran opened his mouth again.

Meaning, he can let her go.

"Lady, just now, you gave the prime minister a nickname, and now, don't you say anything about it?" He hugged her, his voice low with a faint hoarseness.

"What's the matter, Lord Mu? I think I gave you a good nickname, didn't I? Jing Qingran forced a smile on his face.

"Not good, not good at all!" He said.

"Uh......" Jing Qingran swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not knowing how to reply to him. After thinking about it, he said, "It's good, I think it's good." She nodded.

It's right to try to stick to your point of view.

"In short, you are not allowed to call me the name you gave me before." He said, with an attitude that no one could refute.

"And what do I call you?" Jing Qingran asked very randomly.

"Did I forget everything?" There was a cold anger in his voice.