The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Mo Yong and Wu Yu glanced at each other, then consciously and silently lowered their heads and buried their faces in the rice bowl.

Thinking of Wang Yong speaking to himself in the same tone as he spoke to Jiang Nanyan, both Wu Yu and Mo Yong couldn't help but shudder!

Uh... that scene, just thinking about it, makes me feel terrible!

Their sexuality is very normal, without the spirit of Long Yang, so Wang's tenderness and sweetness should be used on Miss Jiang!

The more Mo Yong and Wu Yu thought about it, the more terrifying they felt. They buried their heads deeply in the rice bowl, and they slammed the rice without even reaching for the dishes on the table with their chopsticks. [

"Is the food unpalatable?" Jiang Nanyan watched them add rice bowl after bowl, but never caught any dish on the table. She couldn't help wondering if her cooking skills were really terrible, otherwise Mo Yong and Wu Yu and the others didn't even touch the food on the plate.

Even Huang Fulian just stared at the food on the table in a daze, without any intention of moving chopsticks.

Is it really hard to eat?

Jiang Nanyan couldn't help picking up the chopsticks, and stuffed a mouthful of food into her mouth.

No, although it is not as delicious as what Qian Gang made, but it still maintains her usual level, it is not difficult to swallow, and it tastes okay.

Why are they not moving?

Jiang Nanyan looked at Mo Yong and the others in surprise, puzzled.

When Mo Yong and Wu Yu were seen by her, they shook their heads quickly, stretched out their chopsticks, and prepared to pick up vegetables.