The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Jiang Nanyan was stunned.

She really hadn't thought about it.

But what she didn't expect was that Huang Fulian's tone of voice

It's almost like a child asking for candy, even a little coquettish.

Jiang Nanyan did not expect that a man like Huang Fulian who combined power, status, and wealth would show such an expression. [

For some reason, Jiang Nanyan suddenly felt that this person was really, really cute...

She pursed her lower lip, held back her smile, cleared her throat, and said, "It's just to see the injured person, why should I mind? Besides, if you really want to rekindle your old relationship with her, how can it be possible?" Would you refuse to see her?"

"...Forget it, this king can't talk to you." Huangfu Lian pouted, not wanting to continue to make trouble on this topic, she changed the subject and said, "Are you tired? Are your feet sore? Should I carry you over?" ?”

As he said, he bent down and stretched out his hand to hug Jiang Nanyan.

"No need! It's only a few steps away, and it's not very far away." Jiang Nanyan quickly blocked his hand, "Besides, your hand is not healed yet, so don't tire them too much."

Hearing what she said, Huang Fulian immediately grinned, showing a happy smile, "Yan'er, are you worried about me?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand to embrace Jiang Nanyan in his arms, raised her slender and tender hand with one hand, put it on his lips, and gently stroked it.