Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 290

As soon as she walked out of Hengshan Hall, Fu Ling shook off Jun Beicheng's hand angrily, and when she came around, she sat awkwardly and walked forward quickly.

Jun Beicheng took the umbrella from Xia Yan and chased after her to open it for her.

The snow was so heavy that her hair and eyelashes were covered with snow.

Fu Ling walked away angrily, but did not stand under his umbrella.

Jun Beicheng followed her in two steps and clasped Fuling's wrist. Seeing that her face was extremely pale, he pursed his lips and admitted his mistake: "I owe a beating, so hit me if I don't notify you in advance!"

She separated his fingers one by one, patted the snow on her fur coat heavily, and walked around him: "Don't follow me."

He followed her again, stuffed the big umbrella into her hand, and wiped the snow off her face: "Where are you going? I'll be with you."

Fu Ling was holding the handle of the umbrella, her knuckles turned white, she didn't know whether it was from anger or cold, her shoulders trembled slightly: "Aren't you very good at making decisions, he is about to kill you, go, go!" Give me my life."

The pure white snowflakes fell on the tip of Jun Beicheng's eyebrows, and melted between the man's slightly raised brows. He smiled slightly: "Madam, do you love me?"

She was not in the mood to joke with him, so she glanced at him coldly and said, "Get out of the way, follow me again, be careful not to hit you!"

Jun Beicheng was very good at seeing her face, and immediately stretched out his arms to her obediently, knowing his mistake with a mournful face: "It's been a long time since I've been beaten, madam, beat me up a few times, and slaps in the face are fine."

Saying that, Jun Beicheng leaned down, obediently put his side face in front of Fu Ling, and waited for her execution.

Poria raised her palm angrily.

Seeing his unbeatable appearance, she really wanted to beat him up.

But she was so angry with him, but she bit her lip and couldn't do it!
Jun Beicheng looked up at the little girl who hated iron and steel, boldly leaned up to her face and kissed her lips, then held her hand tightly: "I promise I won't do it next time, ma'am calm down , I'll carry you back? Or Madam riding on my neck?"

Fu Ling clenched her fist and thumped Xia Jun Beicheng's shoulder heavily, and could only look at him helplessly in the end.

She squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into Jun Beicheng's collar, then picked up the snow ball and threw it at his shoulder.

Jun Beicheng raised his sleeves to block the snow ball thrown by the girl. The snow fell heavily and quickly, and she didn't hold an umbrella, so what if she caught the wind and cold.

Fu Ling bent down and wanted to pick up Xue Tuan'er and hit him again.

Unexpectedly, her boots accidentally stepped on the edge of the fur coat, and she staggered and fell into the thick snow.

She was sitting in the snow like a little snowman, and Jun Beicheng laughed out loud.

The snow was already very thick, and the girl couldn't get up after falling in it, and beat the snow angrily inside: "Even the snow is disobedient, even the snow bullies people!"

Jun Beicheng cleared his throat, walked to her side and knelt down, patted the snow on her hair, and picked her up: "Go, go home!"

"I want to go back to the General's Mansion, you let me down!"

"Don't go back to your mother's house!"

She grabbed his ear fiercely, not honest at all: "You say it again?!"

He softly begged for mercy: "Okay, I can't say it."

When her temper came up, Jun Beicheng couldn't help but laugh.

What else can he do, just keep getting used to it.

(End of this chapter)