"Hmph, I won't tell you!" Mei'er raised her eyebrows, smiled and glanced at him, "Who told you not to find out?" ”

Luo Yi smiled with thin lips, looked at the little prince and said with relief: "It's good to detoxify." Now that we're detoxified, we can go back. ”

"Well," Mei'er nodded gently, "Let's leave as soon as Brother Xin's first seven days are over." ”

"Good!"

Luo Yi's word "good" fell, and he caught a glimpse of a tall figure rolling in like a whirlwind, followed by a strong smell of vinegar.

Zuo Xiao was busy all night without sleeping, and when he was so tired that he didn't want to move when it was almost dawn, he still remembered to visit Mei'er's mother and son, so he came with his spirits. Who knew that there was a handsome Luo Yi in the Invitation Moon Palace.

Luo Yi and Mei'er stood side by side, their heads were so close, like golden boys and girls, fairy couples, looking at their children with love, and talking and laughing so tacitly, so radiant, how could it not make Zuo Xiao angry?

He's the child's biological father, okay? The family reunion of this family of three, the warm picture, has to be joined by him!

"What's good, the little prince's poison has not been solved for a day, so I am not allowed to leave!" Zuo Xiao stood in front of them, and his bloodshot eagle eyes were still as sharp as a knife because of sleeplessness, slashing at Mei'er's delicate little face.

Mei'er fearlessly sneered at the knife in her eyes: "I'm sorry, the poison has been resolved." It seems that the little prince also wants to leave you, and he can't wait to get healthy! ”

Zuo Xiao was so angry that his eyes were spitting fire, his face was pale, and he spread the flames to Luo Yi: "King Xiangjun, although he is a master, it is not good to stay in a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night after all. Please also ask the king of Xiangjun to avoid suspicion! ”

Luo Yi hooked his lips slightly, seemed to be smiling, and retreated freely, leaving by himself. walked to the gate, looked at the sky, turned around and raised his lips lightly, and said lightly: "No, Emperor Qiqi, now the sky is bright, it's not the middle of the night, hahaha......"

Luo Yi laughed and walked away.

When Mei'er heard this, she couldn't help but snort and laughed "giggles".

Her laughter has always been like a natural sound, crisp like a hundred souls, which is very nice and infectious. However, at this time, Zuo Xiao was even more furious when he heard the laughter, and it felt as if Mei'er and Luo Yi were teaming up to make fun of him.

He frowned and looked back suddenly, the cold light passed, Mei'er couldn't help but tremble, she was silenced, and the smile froze on her lips.

The left owl took three steps closer and approached her, looking down at her. She looked up, the top of her head just facing his chin, but he lowered his head to look at her, his fiery eyes pressed against her amber eyes, and the scorching snort and the cold breath of his body hit him, intertwined into a very seductive attraction.

His perfect, angular thin lips seemed to be about to touch hers, and she felt her heart beat faster, and a trace of inexplicable panic hit her, and she couldn't help but be timid, and took half a step back.

Naturally, he approached half a step closer, she retreated, he approached, she retreated, he approached again...... It wasn't until her back hit the cold wall that she raised her lips in embarrassment.

"Ho-ho, that...... If you get too close, you will hurt the little prince, so it's better to keep a safe distance! She couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Don't laugh anymore? Am I funny? His face was expressionless, and his voice was cold and deep.

"No, it's not funny!" It's really not funny, she just wants him to take a few steps back as soon as possible, so as not to be tormented to death by this flustered feeling.

He finally removed his scorching ice eyes from her little face and moved them to the little prince in her arms, and then stretched out his ape arm and easily hugged the little prince. The little prince is so small, and his palm is so big. A big palm is the warm cradle of the little prince.

The little prince had already fallen asleep. The long and thick eyelashes reflected on the white skin, and the ruddy little mouth moved, and the lovely cheeks showed small dimples like those of her mother. He inherited her mother's relationship in this. But the thick eyebrows, the high and straight nose, and the perfect face shape as resolute as a knife carving were all inherited from his father.