Princess, please don't be a demon

Chapter 170 Are you touched?

"Why, are you moved?" A certain child secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was stunned.

Yun Weilan stretched out her hand and squeezed her chin: "Your father gave birth to you with a woman, why did he keep his body like a jade? Could it be that you were not his own?"

If it was said that this doll was not Qian Feihan's own, no one would believe it.

Who makes the two look alike.

Qian Feihan supported his forehead.

He didn't want to continue with this play at all.

only……

He didn't know how to explain this to her for fear of scaring her away.

Who would want to marry a short-lived ghost who can only live to be 30 years old?And this short-lived ghost will turn into a little boy every fifteenth day of every month.

The woman who married him was both a daughter-in-law and a mother, even a woman could not accept it.

After Yun Weilan finished speaking, she saw that the little boy was holding his forehead with a headache, she suddenly pinched the little baby's face: "You little boy with no hair yet, why are you pretending to be deep here."

A child said sullenly: "I am not my father's own!"

"Ghost letter."

"I'm really not!"

"It must be your father who lied to the child and deliberately told you nonsense. Even a fool would not believe it."

Child:"……"

Yun Weilan sat up straight, looked at the little milk baby who spoke little and had a cold face, and clicked her tongue.

Although this little doll always has a cold appearance, but the fierce and fierce tits are even more cute. The more she looks at it, the more she likes it, the more she looks at it, the more she wants to... hug her and give her a sip.

Especially this child's face is rosy, like an egg with its shell peeled off, with skin that can be broken by blowing bombs.

If it was her son who smashed it, she would not be able to love her in time, how could she have the heart to leave him, a little guy, in that deserted wooden house to fend for herself.

Poor and deplorable.

Yun Weilan found that the mother's love in her heart was overflowing, and hurriedly reminded herself to stop this terrible thought.

She didn't want to be a stepmother for him.

Qian Feihan always felt that her gaze was hot and malicious, so she raised her small face to look at her.

"Fifteen tonight, be careful." He met her eyes and tried to speak to her in a child's tone.

"Will someone kill your father?"

The little boy pursed his lips.

To be precise, kill him.

Although he has tried his best not to stay in the palace this day, but after all, it is a great opportunity, someone will find it.

The wooden house does not have a fixed location every month, he will change places every three to five times to prevent being noticed.

When he became a child, not only did he not have martial arts, but he was also very fragile.

After Yun Weilan asked, she felt that the child was too quiet, so she simply stopped asking, but seeing his solemn and serious appearance, she sighed, and picked him up and put him on her lap.

This move made Qian Feihan in her arms struggle quickly.

"Don't make trouble, I know you miss your mother, so I can take it as a comfort to you."

Qian Feihan: "..."

Normally, it takes a lot of effort to hug her, but now she took the initiative to hug him. This gap is too big, which makes him feel depressed and helpless.

Finally the carriage stopped, Yun Weilan looked down at the child in her arms, and seeing that he seemed to be asleep, she picked him up and prepared to get off the carriage.

"Princess." Qingyang blocked her way.

"What's wrong?"

Qingyang calmed down a little murderous look: "There are killers ambushing in the forest, let's change the place."

"But the child is asleep, and it will be dark."

"It's going to be dark, so find a safe place as soon as possible."

"I didn't go to my house last time, why not go back to Nanliang Palace, I..."

Qingyang shook his head, "The killer didn't notice you last time, but this time the killer has noticed you, so he must be ambushing you at the gate of Nanliang Palace. Princess, hurry up and get in the carriage."

Without hesitation, Yun Weilan carried Qian Feihan into the carriage again.

"Dahei, is my nine-section whip ready? Help me get it back."

Dahei didn't have the intention to leave at this time, his eyes showed worry: "Princess, if there are many people, I can stay..."

(End of this chapter)