The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Although all kinds of pregnancy symptoms did not appear, Jiang Nanyan's temper has become a little volatile because of her pregnancy, and she usually gets angry when there is a little thing.

Huangfu Lian didn't care about the cakes. He looked at the porcelain pieces all over the floor with a serious expression on his face, "Yan'er, tell me what's going on first? Why did the vase fall?"

Was it the short time he was gone, had anyone been here?

Huangfulian squinted her eyes and looked around, but didn't see anything unusual.

But in the nose, there was a vague, faint smell of blood. [

Every nerve in Huangfulian's body has entered a state of preparation for battle. He calmly looked around, trying to find clues, but the room was quiet, and there was no third person except himself and Jiang Nanyan. .

Was he mistaken?

Huangfulian frowned slightly, and wanted to smell it again, but Jiang Nanyan reached out angrily, pinched his cheek, and pulled it out forcefully.

"Huangfulian! Where's my pastry!?" Jiang Nanyan asked word by word, her eyes bulging with anger, and she kept yelling, "Didn't I ask you to buy pastries>