The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

They had already made plans and everything was arranged, it was too late to ask Huang Fulian not to go now.

Jiang Nanyan gritted her teeth, looked at Mo Yong and Wu Yu with some embarrassment, and lowered her head.

She couldn't be so willful, because she was afraid that this plan would fail, so she didn't let Huang Fulian save people...

However, thinking that this plan might fail, Jiang Nanyan couldn't help but shudder again.

Huang Fulian didn't expect Jiang Nanyan to tremble suddenly, she stretched out her hand without thinking, and hugged her into her arms, at the same time she winked at Mo Yong and Wu Yu. [

Mo Yong and Wu Yu immediately understood, quickly cleaned up the things on the table, and they retreated together.

"What's the matter?" Huang Fulian stretched out her hand to hold Jiang Nanyan's cheek, and gently scratched her cold cheek with her fingertips.

"It's nothing." Jiang Nanyan smiled weakly, "It's just that I suddenly feel a little cold."

Without even thinking about it, Huang Fulian immediately tightened her hands around her waist, using her own body temperature to warm her.

"Cold? There is no wind in this room, why do you suddenly feel cold? Is there something wrong with your body? Do you want Wu Yu to take your pulse for you? Or should I go get some clothes for you to put on?" Huang Fulian whispered softly. , the voice was full of concern.

"No, I'm not cold, I'm just a little worried." Jiang Nanyan leaned against his chest and shook her head.