Demon Concubine in charge: Evil Emperor, don't spoil

Chapter 1247 It won't hurt your waist, do you want to try?

Mo House.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Regent, there are people outside who want to visit, I don't know..."

Mo Siyu came over, looked at Mr. Fu Sheng and Jin Xuanjing in front of him and asked.

Then Jin Xuanjing's deep voice sounded, "Who?"

"It is said that it is... the prince of Fengqiu." Mo Siyu also did not expect that there would be a prince at this time...

Recently, did the Mo family really get lucky?

Now, Mo Siyu still feels dazed, but after Jin Xuanjing's voice sounded, Mo Siyu froze.

"Go ahead and say that both the regent and the emperor are going to bed and haven't gotten up yet."

Jin Xuanjing's deep voice was a bit lazy, and his knuckle-knit hands rubbed Fu Shengjun's waist. Last night, he had a lot of fun, so much so that Fu Shengjun's waist still seems to be uncomfortable.

Fu Sheng Jun's noble and strange face did not reveal any emotion, but through the ambiguous atmosphere, Mo Siyu knew that his daughter had done some ridiculous things back then.

The relationship between the emperor and the regent is still close to each other, and she still wants to get in the way.

If there is a real chance, I may still support it, but the two people in front of me are completely intolerant of a third person.

But it didn't take long for Mo Siyu to realize that he really froze when Jin Xuanjing wanted to say something.

This is clearly a demonstration against that Prince Fengqiu.

Indeed, it seemed that when he saw that Prince Jing Qing, he seemed to pay extra attention to His Royal Highness the Prince Regent.

And then, when he came back to his senses, he could only nod stiffly.

Sure enough, even if His Royal Highness the Regent is a woman, this peach blossom has never been broken.

When they left, Jin Xuanjing hugged Mr. Fu Sheng from behind, and said with a soft smile, "Sheng'er, does your waist still hurt?"

"What do you think?"

Fu Shengjun's cold voice sounded neither salty nor weak, but a pair of black eyes were shining, looking at him so calmly and ecstatically.

For a long time, Jin Xuanjing's eyes dimmed, and then he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes showed deep meaning, and became more and more silent, like a deep sea about to sink into people's hearts, which makes people dare not underestimate.

Before Fu Shengjun could react, the person in front of her had covered her eyes with his hands.

"If you look at me like this again, your waist will hurt even more later, Sheng'er."

There was a half-smile in his voice, but it made her a little bit silent.

This man is always right.

"you……"

Before he could react, the person in front of him had already hugged his waist, pulled himself into his arms, tightly hooked her tongue, and slowly danced together.

Such intimacy made the atmosphere even hotter.

It's just that she didn't look at him just now...

"Even if you have no reason, you can do bastard things." In the end, her vermilion lips were even a little swollen, she looked at the person in front of her, and said hoarsely.

And Jin Xuanjing knew that Mr. Fu Sheng's eyes had cooled down a little, and he also said with a low smile, "Sheng'er, I'm only your bastard."

"..."

Mr. Fu Sheng glanced at someone, but finally stopped talking.

But Jin Xuanjing put his arms around her waist, lowered his eyes casually, and said in a provocative voice, "Sheng'er, there are actually some postures that won't hurt your waist." , do you want to try it?"

(End of this chapter)