Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 162 I don't care how I love my concubine.

Nan Gu also stared at those eyes that were as cool as water, her lips and teeth were full of her smell, with a faint scent of medicine, and her delicate lips.

But Nan Gu didn't go in any further, he tasted it, and slowly let go of her, but still pressed her hands, his voice was as clear and elegant as if he had just drunk nectar, "I still want it, after all, I He is the husband of Concubine Ai."

Gong Ninghuan took a breath slowly, raised her hand to wipe her mouth, raised her eyes calmly and said, "Nan Gu, you know better than anyone else what the meaning of this marriage is, everyone gets what they need , no one is innocent, so there is no need to pretend after this meeting, right?"

Nan Gu pondered her words slowly, and after a while, he blinked his eyes calmly, and pinched Gong Ninghuan's fair and beautiful chin, "What do you mean by Aifei?"

Gong Ning was silent for a moment, then coldly raised her hand and pushed him away.

Nan Gu took advantage of the opportunity to grab her hand, but Gong Ninghuan didn't see how menacing Nan Gu's eyes suddenly became at this moment, like a ghost that suddenly jumped out in the dark night, vicious and treacherous, He stared at Ren'er's pure and pure eyes, and said slowly and calmly, "Nan Gu never betrayed you. When he gave you his sincerity, you killed him. Now you say that everyone gets what they need." , Gong Ninghuan, is your heart really made of stone?"

"Yes, what kind of heart I am, you should have known that I killed you, and now you are alive to claim my life, it is very fair, there is really no need to show any affection in front of me, I am a A heart made of stone doesn't feel pain at all." When Gong Ninghuan said these words, she stared coldly at Nan Gu, she should have yelled, but she just said it in an extremely calm and indifferent tone , no one can feel how depressed and painful she is from the depression that is backlogged in her chest.

After Nan Gu heard her words, he was really angry with her, and he pinched her hand more and more, but it was just like this, wishing to crush her bones, he wanted her to hurt It's fine to ask her to struggle a little bit, but how can a woman like Gong Ninghuan be willing to show weakness to him, so in the end it's just him competing with himself.

Finally, Nan Gu let go slowly.

Gong Ninghuan withdrew her red, swollen and bruised hand as if it didn't hurt, her face was still expressionless, and she didn't show him any ups and downs.

Nan Gu stared at her for a long time, then walked out of the carriage.

Outside the carriage, Mohen sat in front of the horse, his legs dangling in the clouds, and two clouds were plugged into his ears.

Nan Gu glanced coldly, waved his sleeves and used the cloud wind to disperse the clouds in his ears, and asked him for something.

For Mohen, this extremely despicable attitude is not like begging for something, but like a debt collector, but Mohen knows that he speaks slowly, and he may not be patient to listen to Nan Gu if he wants to preach. Hen had no choice but to snort coldly and throw the things to him, and when he got back into the carriage, Mohen put two clouds in his ears again, feeling sorry for him—how long did he stay in the carriage? This virtue has been done, and the ointment is used, tsk tsk, dragons are not judged by their appearances.

Not long after Nan Gu went out, he returned to the carriage again, and held Gong Ninghuan's hand without knowing the reason. Shaking slightly, he said coldly, "What do you want?"

Nan Gu said quietly: "I don't care how I love my concubine."

He spoke in a gentle and calm tone, while opening the ointment, he gently applied the ointment to her red, swollen and bruised wrist.

(End of this chapter)