Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 160 There Are No Free Sons in the World
When the excerpt was about to end, Jun Beicheng came to the third floor.

He was wearing a purple and graceful brocade robe, embroidered with dark patterns of clouds and blue sky, such noble colors and patterns seemed a bit sparse on his body.

The women who came and went turned their heads to look at Jun Beicheng, and they couldn't help blushing.

Fu Ling was knitting quietly at a table by the railing, not noticing the fluctuation of the crowd at the stairs.

He stopped and looked from a distance.

The girl in front of her has long black hair and a soft shawl, and she simply and generously tied a small knot behind her back. She has a calm profile with lowered eyebrows.

She is very white, with fair skin like a porcelain doll.

At this time, her belly was round, and her whole body exuded a soft radiance, which made him unable to take his eyes off her.

After regaining his senses, Jun Beicheng just walked to her side and sat down, his eyes slowly fell on the small clothes in her hands, looked at them for a long time, and said, "What is this weaving?"

Fu Ling raised her head to look at him, blinked her eyelashes slightly, then lowered her head and continued knitting: "Just for fun."

"A little clothes made for Ahri?" He said in a firm tone.

The movement in her hand stopped for a while, and soon her white fingers continued to weave nimbly, and she nodded lightly: "Idle is idle, just treat it as the first gift for him."

"Give."

The man took out a bunch of candied haws from behind. Each hawthorn was round and red, and the outside was covered with a layer of glistening sugar.

Seeing the bunch of candied haws approaching, Fu Ling couldn't help showing a sweet smile, her eyes were clean and bright: "Hey candied haws."

The pear dimples on the corners of the girl's lips are very sweet and beautiful.

Just as she was about to reach out to pick it up, Jun Beicheng jokingly removed the candied haws, looked at her seriously, and said, "There is no free lunch in the world."

"It's not that I want to eat it." Fu Ling deliberately lowered her head not to look at him, and licked the hair hanging from her ears, "Your son asks me for candied haws all day long, and I can't help it."

"When did he say that?"

"Always."

Jun Beicheng smiled and rubbed Fu Ling's chubby belly, but Fu Ling slapped her away. She mentioned the conditions: "There is no free son in the world."

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with a smile, and he handed the candied haws to her, and said in a low voice, "I want to talk to my son for a while, how long will this bunch of candied haws last?"

"I'll try it for him first, and then decide."

She took the candied haws and bit off the top hawthorn.

Sweet but not greasy, not too sour.

Bite down, there will be a crisp sound, and the mouth will involuntarily make a crisp sound.

"How is it, how does it taste?"

He rested his arms on the table and rested his chin, quietly watching her childish appearance.

I really want to ruffle her hair.

Ever since she had little Ari, Fu Ling is particularly fond of sour.

She bit off another candied haws, then handed the candied haws to the man's lips, smiling slightly: "Try it, it's really delicious."

Jun Beicheng frowned slightly and looked at the bunch of candied haws. He was just the opposite of her, he couldn't get any sourness.

However, she didn't know.

"Try it." She shook the candied haws.

With a click, Jun Beicheng smiled and bit off a hawthorn, tasted it carefully, and nodded in approval after a while.

Fuling took back the candied haws, enjoying the delicacy in the world with relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and the air seemed to become sour and sweet all of a sudden.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours." Jun Beicheng raised his hand and gently wiped the sugar from the corner of her lips with his fingertips.

Her clear eyes reflected his face.

The sunlight came in from the window, passing over Jun Beicheng's well-defined profile and Adam's apple at the neckline.

His handsome and eye-catching facial features are arrogant and glamorous, but there is no lack of mature and sexy masculine charm.

(End of this chapter)