Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 875 (Extra)
In fact, Murong Yao was not very angry, he just felt disappointed, and felt sad for the original Murong Yao, but just now when Fan Li was fighting with others, the movement of him standing up and rushing forward was also out of instinct.

Fan Li's sincere apology now made Murongyao at a loss. He didn't blame him at all, he just felt it was worthless.

"It's all over, waiter, go to another table." He waved to the waiter, then stood up and pulled Zhou Ling, "Let's leave first, and we will meet again another day."

After finishing the sentence, he dragged Zhou Ling away without saying anything more. Murong Qian wiped his mouth and followed slowly.

On the way home by car, Murong Yao glanced at Murong Qian who was sitting in the back seat, "You really had a good time just now."

Murong Qian leaned on the back seat full of food and drink, with a flattering smile on his face, "You won't lose either, why should I get involved? Besides, I don't know how to fight, so if I rush How embarrassing it is to drag you down when you go up."

Murong Yao shook his head with a smile and didn't speak any more.

After arriving home, Murong Qian went straight upstairs, and Zhou Ling was also tired, so he lay down on the bed to rest.

"I think the current life is what I want." Murong Yao said with his arms around Zhou Ling after lying down.

Zhou Ling squinted at him, "What kind of life, fighting?"

"...There is you." The man hugged her tightly, as if he hoped that he would never let go of his hand again.

"As long as I have you, even if I don't have anything, just like now, with you, eating, drinking and having fun with you every day, watching you happy, I am satisfied."

Zhou Ling laughed and asked, "Is there no other pursuit? Like becoming a rich man or a high-ranking official?"

The man replied almost without thinking, "I have lost my ambition since I met you."

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Zhou Ling looked him up and down, as if he didn't believe it.

He was not angry either, but reached out and rubbed her head, kissed her forehead, "Ling'er, if you really love me and care about me, then take good care of yourself, as long as you are well, I will be fine No, do you remember?"

Murong Yao said this sentence very lightly, so lightly that he fell asleep directly after speaking.

Zhou Ling looked at the man who had fallen asleep in surprise, and then tucked him in the quilt with distress.

Recently, he was really exhausted. When she had morning sickness, Murong Yao was really struggling, and couldn't sleep for long every day.

"Have a good sleep." Zhou Ling whispered in his ear.
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The scorching heat of summer made Zhou Ling more and more upset. Recently, her back has been sore and her feet are swollen, and sometimes she can't even fit her shoes.

"It's been more than seven months." Murong Yao stroked Zhou Ling's swollen belly with loving and helpless eyes.

"Ling'er, my husband can squeeze your legs for you, and then I'll get you some hot water to soak your feet, okay?"

Zhou Ling sat on the sofa, staring blankly with his big belly, "It's almost two months away, right?"

After being pregnant for such a long time, she felt that she was about to be useless, and if she continued like this, she could really only become a housewife.

"There are still two months until the due date." Murong Yao knelt down beside the sofa and pinched her legs.

Zhou Ling's legs were swollen, and there was a dent every time he pressed it, which made Murong Yao feel distressed to death.

"Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou called just now, asking if they want to come over and bring you some food." Murong Qian said as he came out of the upstairs study.

"No need!" Zhou Ling refused directly.

(End of this chapter)