Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

第202章 奶狗六王爷

"This king doesn't want to die. This king has not consummated the marriage with Zhao'er, nor has he had a baby with Zhao'er. This king..."

The Sixth Prince, who had just tasted the sweetness, would not be willing to die like this. His eyes swept around the curve in front of Ning Zhao. He only tasted Zhaoer's mouth, and there are many places he has not explored. Woolen cloth.

Especially the scenery in front of him, he thought about it for a long time, and secretly measured it in his heart, and felt that the scale was very impressive. He had thought about it for a long time.I didn't want to die like this, so thinking about it, the strength of a certain prince's arms became stronger, and some feelings were quietly awakened, and it was very uncomfortable to be against Ning Zhao.

A man like Ning Zhao felt a little uncomfortable at the moment. Even if he touched a pair of chopsticks on the table with one hand, he was so angry that he didn't care whether it was appropriate or not, so he directly stabbed Mo Juechen in the eyes .

Smelly gangster, where are you looking? If she doesn't teach this stinky man a lesson today, she won't be called Ning Zhao.

Seeing Ning Zhao's chopsticks poking at him, Mo Juechen naturally wanted to avoid it.Just dodging like this, the strength of the arms naturally loosened a little.Taking advantage of this moment, Ning Zhao struggled out of his arms.

So one retreated and the other chased, and the two began to chase in the restaurant of Zhaoyang Courtyard.The servants who were originally signaled by Mo Juechen to retreat all rushed over when they heard the sound, and when they saw their lord being chased so late, they all fell from ear to ear.

"Good boy, Zhao'er, put down your chopsticks first, shall we talk about it? Don't worry, no matter what your reputation is, this king will never dislike you."

"Zhao'er, this king is not afraid of guilt, that's what I call respect for you, really."

As he walked, he still didn't forget to roar, but the servants who were confused at first looked at him with pity after his lord's defense.

The prince of their family is really pitiful, being chased and beaten by the princess like this.It's no wonder that the reputation of the prince's fear of internal affairs has spread outside. If this is not called internal fear, then what is it called internal fear?

The princess is really scary. Thinking of those rumors that his princess is too fierce, the scared prince publicly promised that he would not take concubines casually in the future.Such a princess is really scary, and all the servants agree in their hearts.

I don't know how many laps they ran, the two ran from the restaurant of Zhaoyang Courtyard to the courtyard. No matter how vigorous Ning Zhao is, he still couldn't outrun Mo Juechen.In the end, Mo Juechen stopped directly, and she couldn't stop the car, so she crashed into his arms.

Mo Juechen hugged him directly, then hugged him horizontally, and went directly to the inner room of Zhaoyang Courtyard.

"Zhao'er, can I stay tonight, okay?" Thinking that the two of them had almost eaten anyway, and their bodies were collapsing, the sixth prince thought about just suppressing Zhao'er. One of the great things in life.

But he didn't want to, Ning Zhao glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile, and then shouted directly outside the door: "Nong Mo, take the prince back to Chentian Pavilion."

Then he turned over and lay down on the bed, with his back to Mo Juechen, making it clear that he didn't want to talk to him anymore, and he didn't want to make trouble with him anymore.

"Zhao'er, this king is your husband. How can there be husband and wife who do not share the same bed, but share the same bed. This king does not agree, and this king will stay tonight."

The body collapsed more and more uncomfortable, and the longing became more and more obvious. Mo Juechen looked down, hating the little woman on the bed who ignored him, but he couldn't do anything to her, and he didn't want to let her have Difficult to divide in half.

"Zhaoer..." Ning Zhao pretended not to hear the pitiful voice like a milk dog.

(End of this chapter)