My emperor loves thin waist

Chapter 327

The three of them entered the room talking and laughing, and as soon as they sat down, they saw the little prince running towards Zhao Hongyou holding a stack of papers full of large characters, and passed the stack of papers, "Father, you Look!"

Zhao Hongyou took it with a smile, and read it carefully. The three-year-old child's writing power is not enough, and the handwriting is crooked, but at least every word is correct.He nodded in satisfaction, carefully folded these up, and handed them to Zhichan who was beside him to put them away.

He reached out to pick up his son and put him on the couch with his little daughter. After watching the two play around for a while, he shifted his gaze to Su Qinwan, who was embroidering something.

He moved to her side without a trace, quietly put out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, put his chin on her shoulder, and said lazily, "You have done so much for them, when will you miss me? ?”

Su Qinwan looked up at him in surprise, raised the half-made bellyband and asked jokingly, "Oh, does the emperor also wear a bellyband?"

Zhao Hongyou bit her cheek with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" In the end, not only was it not finished, but it was cut for me..."

"What purse?" Su Qinwan couldn't hear clearly, she frowned and asked suspiciously.

Zhao Hongyou endured and endured, and finally couldn't help but said sourly, "It's that golden dragon with pearls, you were almost done, but in the end you still made a big cut."

Su Qinwan thought for a while, and finally remembered that what he was referring to was the purse she made for him when she first realized what was on her mind, and was destroyed by her before sending it out.

"You, how do you know about that purse?" She hesitated for a while, then asked softly.

Zhao Hongyou sighed, let go of her, reached into his bosom with his big hand, and took out a purse with a somewhat strange appearance.

Su Qinwan only took one look and recognized that it was the one she sewed by herself. She slowly took it into her hand. The small fabric still had a warm temperature, but the color was not as bright as before. .

Turning to the other side, she was stunned. The original long opening had been crookedly mended. The thickness of the stitches was even worse than when she was a beginner. No wonder she just I always feel that this purse is a bit weird.

Looking suspiciously at Zhao Hongyou beside him, seeing a suspicious blush on his ear, he suddenly thought, "Is this what you mended?"

Zhao Hongyou coughed in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "I patched it up, who told you to cut it up, and I don't want others to do it, so I can only grope for it myself..."

Su Qinwan remained silent for a long time, then she slowly raised her head and quickly kissed him on the cheek, then said with a smile, "Okay, I'll make you a new one after finishing this bellyband for my son." .”

Zhao Hongyou was overjoyed, hugged her and sighed, "Little fox, you are so kind..."

"I want a hug, I want a hug!" The atmosphere was really good, but it was Xiao Pingle who squeezed over, pouting and yelling dissatisfiedly.

Zhao Hongyou laughed, hugged his daughter and kissed her hard on the face, "Okay, I want to hug my little princess too!"

Su Qinwan shook her head helplessly, but seeing her son's longing eyes, she couldn't help but smile gently, and stretched out her hand to hug him into her arms. At first, the little guy struggled lightly with some embarrassment, but after a while, he was held by his sister 'Giggle' laughed and called out, "Big brother, big brother, queen mother hugs elder brother, father emperor hugs Pingle!"

After finally coaxing the fussy little daughter to sleep, Zhao Hongyou went to see his son who had already fallen asleep. Only then did Zhao Hongyou return to the bedroom, and saw that Su Qinwan had already bathed and changed, and was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair like brocade. Qingsi.

He walked over gently, took the comb in her hand, and gently combed her hair.

"All asleep?" Su Qinwan yawned slightly and asked in a daze.

"Well, I'm already asleep!" Seeing that she was sleepy, Zhao Hongyou stopped, bent down and picked her up horizontally, until he carried her to the wide bed, and squatted down to remove her shoes.

In the past few years, he has been very proficient in doing such things. Su Qinwan still felt a little uncomfortable at first, but as time went on, he got used to it.I don’t know how many dragon robes this man has been wet by his daughter, and he doesn’t know how many times the little guy poured water on the imperial case in the imperial study room, but he doesn’t care. What an ordinary father should and shouldn’t do, He's done it all.And what an ordinary husband should and should not do, he has also done a lot.

The two wanted to lie down on the bed, and Su Qinwan habitually slipped into his arms, found a comfortable position and was about to fall asleep, but was startled to death by the big palms wandering around her body.

She quickly turned over to avoid the burning palm, and kept muttering, "No, no, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep..."

How could Zhao Hongyou let her escape? With a chuckle, he stretched out his hand to grab her, and leaned forward, "Little fox, the middle palace is too big, you have to have another litter of little foxes..."

The curtain on the golden hook suddenly dropped down, covering the beautiful scenery of the room...

(End of this chapter)