stocking the prince to death

Chapter 311 This Is Yan'er's Pastry

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Mo Qi's center of gravity was unstable.

He threw himself directly at Mo Yan.

Time seems to freeze.

Two crescent-white figures overlapped, and the sun shone, as if a layer of golden light enveloped the two of them.

She looked at Mo Yan, who had an innocent expression below her, and blushed, "Are you all right?"

Only then did Mo Yan smile blankly, this smile, like the bright sunshine, pierced through time and reached the bottom of her heart.

"Brother Huang!" Mo Yan called out in a low voice. Although there was surprise in his tone, it was more sad.

"What's wrong?" Mo Qi pinched his face again, looking at this flawless face, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Why were there so many beautiful men in ancient times?
Her eyes are shining, her Yan'er is really white, soft and cute!
"Brother Huang, can you spend more time with Yan'er?" He carefully hooked Mo Qi's fingers, and looked at Mo Qi with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah!" Mo Qi pulled him up, this time the two of them didn't have any accidents.

Sitting at the table, Mo Qi picked up the pastry on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating, she took a sip from her teacup.

"Yan'er..." Mo Qi paused, she looked at Mo Yan who was staring at her, touched her face, "Are there any flowers on my face?"

Mo Yan shook his head, but a smile flashed past his eyes, his tone was soft, his eyes were as pure as clear water, "Brother Huang just ate... it was Yan'er's cake."

Mo Qi was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"Yan'er made it herself!" Mo Yan put his hand in front of Mo Qi's eyes, his five fingers were fair and slender, but there was a large burn mark on them, "Yan'er was injured!"

"Does it hurt?" When Mo Qi saw it, his heart ached.

"It doesn't hurt!" Yan'er smiled softly, "Yan'er makes it every day, just hoping that the emperor can eat the cakes prepared by Yan'er."

Mo Qi was taken aback.

She thought it was because she wasn't in the palace, what kind of monsters did those people who bowed down to others...

did not expect……

Her eyes were red, and she suppressed the heat in her eyes.

Her offspring...

No matter what he becomes in the end, she is still her most beloved child!

Mo Qi bit her lip tightly, she lowered her head, not wanting Mo Yan to see her abnormality.

Such a child...

How can she give up?

He is her sunshine, her salvation!
It's also her unique... relatives!

"Yan'er..."

Mo Qi sniffed, why did she want to cry when she saw Yan'er!

She is a man now!

How can you cry!
"Brother Huang has a cold?" Mo Yan tilted his head, "Brother Huang must take good care of himself."

"En!" Mo Qi took a deep breath, raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, and then raised her head.

Fortunately, Mo Yan was only because she had a cold, so she rubbed Mo Yan's hair, "The cakes are delicious, Brother Huang likes them very much."

"Really?" Mo Yan's eyes lit up all of a sudden, his expression at this moment was like that of an abandoned pet who found out that his master had brought him back after wandering.

Such a surprise!
Such innocence!
And that... makes me sad.

"What about this cup of tea?"

Mo Qi was taken aback, could it be that this was also made by Yan'er?

Just as she was about to nod, she heard Yan'er say something in surprise,

"This cup was just used by Yan'er!"

Mo Qi: "..."

Mo Yan tilted his head, "Brother Huang! Don't you like it?"

"like!"

Mo Qi gritted his teeth.

Mo Yan immediately bent his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)