I want to return this princess

Chapter 44 Sense of Crisis

Sure enough!Feng Muqing couldn't laugh or cry, Song Yihuan's "talent" was all related to Kang Jingyu.

Song Yihuan didn't understand why Feng Muqing suddenly changed his face, "Is it because Huanhuan dances badly? I can do other dances, as well as belly dance, chacha dance... can I do radio gymnastics?"

"..."

Feng Muqing had never heard of these types of dances. With the lessons learned from the "square dance", he had no hope for other dances.

"You'd better take a break!" Feng Muqing pushed Song Yihuan to sit on the chair, "Seeing you dance, my eyes are dizzy."

Song Yihuan clasped his hands together, rubbed them vigorously, and then covered Feng Muqing's eyes with his palms.

The warm feeling lingered on the eyelids, and Feng Muqing actually felt that his eyes felt comfortable for a moment.

"My lord, are your eyes still dizzy?" Song Yihuan asked cautiously, she cared about candied haws, and was afraid that if Feng Muqing was not happy, she would not be able to eat it.

The little guy actually knows how to care about others, Feng Muqing took Song Yihuan's meaty little hand away, "Okay, let's eat the candied haws."

Song Huan was happy, and gnawed on Feng Muqing's face, "I knew that the prince is a good man!"

Feng Muqing dried the saliva off his face stiffly, watching Song Yihuan slurping candied haws, he had the illusion that candied haws were the delicacy in the world.

If someone with a poor appetite saw Song Yihuan eating, he would probably have a good appetite, right?
Song Yihuan can be honest when reading comic books and eating.

Rather than reading that kind of comic book, let her eat!
When Mrs. Song brought the grilled fish on the iron plate to the table, Song Yihuan was licking the sugar that stuck to her hand, and the area around her mouth was also dyed red by the sugar.

"Hurry up, go wash your hands and face, seeing your dirty appearance makes the prince laugh."

Mrs. Song fetched a basin of water, and grabbed Song Yihuan's little hand to put it into the basin.

Song Yihuan resisted with all his might, his head stretched out, wanting to stick out his tongue to lick the melted syrup on his hand.

"My God! How did I give birth to such a gluttonous child like you! It's like I haven't fed you before."

Mrs. Song is really helpless, Song Yihuan like this, can Feng Muqing with such high vision like him?

It's a pity that Mrs. Song was worried about Song Yihuan, but Song Yihuan didn't feel any sense of crisis at all.

"Mother, it was you who said it, don't let it go to waste!" Song Yihuan took advantage of Mrs. Song's distraction, and licked all the candy off her thumb in one gulp.

"There's really nothing I can do about you!" Mrs. Song complained, but there was a smile in her eyes. It would be great if her daughter could live like this without any worries.

After a lot of effort, Mrs. Song finally washed Song Yihuan's face and little hands clean.

Mrs. Song carried Song Yihuan to the table, and looked at Feng Muqing apologetically, "Don't blame your lord, Huanhuan is a bit naughty and kept you waiting."

Feng Muqing waved his hand casually, "Madam Song doesn't have to be so cautious, it's fine with me, as long as this girl is happy."

Although Feng Muqing said so, Mrs. Song still couldn't let go. After all, Feng Muqing was a relative of the emperor, a high-ranking prince, and the Song family would be nothing without General Song.

Song Yihuan didn't have as many rules as Mrs. Song, she had already filled a large bowl of rice for herself with a rice spoon, and seemed to feel that it was not enough, so she used the rice spoon to press down the rice in the bowl, and then scooped it into the bowl again A spoonful of rice.

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