The tyrant's sweet pet petite bag

Chapter 568 Waiting for my brother to give the tea name

Chong Yan was so frightened that the hairs all over his body stood up: "Ahhh—"

He buried his head in He Anjia's chest and hugged him tightly: "I'm afraid."

He Anjia kept touching Chongyan's head like touching his own son: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"coffin?"

Chong Han probably knew what Murong Ying wanted to ask, he said, "It's an empty coffin, if I guess it's right, it should have been prepared by the innkeeper."

There are only their people in the huge inn, so it can be seen that except for the old people who are waiting to die, almost no outsiders are willing to stay here.

"It's understandable for a person to be weird, but it's because everyone here is the same as the innkeeper."

"Then are we in danger?"

Chongyan buried himself in He Anjia's arms and asked.

Chongjin said: "Everywhere here there are big insiders escorting in the dark. Tonight, Gu Qin, Uncle Sanhuang and we will take turns to be on duty at night. Nothing will happen."

"Sister, rest at ease, Murong Ying..." Chonghan said: "I will give you a chance to protect my sister tonight, we will guard the outside, and I will leave the room to you."

Murong Ying accepted the task very happily, "No problem, I promise to complete the task!"

He Anjia hugged Chong Yan and fell asleep in the room.

Murong Ying took Chacha's hand and went back to his room, and tidied up the bed for Chacha.

Chacha stood there blankly, watching Murong Ying's back tidying up the bed, not knowing what was going on in her mind.

"Okay Chacha, you will sleep in brother's room tonight, the bed is made, come quickly."

Chacha walked slowly to the bed, her hand that was about to take off her clothes froze in mid-air.

With Er Niang, she would take off her clothes and sleep every night.

The habit of wearing a red bellyband that I developed since I was a child has not been changed until now. If Brother Ying could see her little red bellyband, it would be so embarrassing...

Murong Ying also noticed Chacha's hand on his chest, and his eyes immediately glanced over honestly.

Chacha cleared her throat, and simply climbed onto the bed with her clothes on, and pulled up the quilt to cover her hot face.

Murong Ying didn't go to bed, she obviously felt sleepy, but Chacha just couldn't fall asleep. She heard the movement outside the quilt and knew that Murong Ying hadn't gone to bed, but the movement didn't stop at all.

She tentatively lifted the quilt, took a look outside, and saw that Murong Ying had already made the floor beside the bed: "Chacha, what's the matter?"

Even though Chacha was very careful, Murong Ying looked up and saw Chacha's shining eyes.

Looking at him softly with spring water in his eyes, he couldn't help but want to do evil.

But he knew it wasn't possible yet.

Still have to wait.

"Why don't you lie down?" Chacha's ears were also red, and her voice was soft and thin: "There are still empty seats next to you..."

She didn't want to make herself seem too direct, because her back would be sore when she hit the floor, so her father sold her to her mother for several days.

So the emperor didn't sleep on the floor bed for a few days, so he asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to change Tingzhugong to a bigger bed.

Murong Ying smiled and showed a mouthful of canine teeth. If you look carefully, there are still a pair of shallow dimples hidden under a handsome face: "Because it's not the time yet. I can sleep when my brother gives Chacha the title." It's next to Chacha."

It's not too late... definitely not too late.

(End of this chapter)