Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"Seeing your play seems to be much harder than Gu Gu imagined." The prince raised an eyebrow, with a playful smile, said teasingly, "Let Gu Gu think about it, at the poetry conference yesterday, Xiao Mo your The expression is really rich, so rich that lonely eyes are spent. Hehe. "

"Yesterday your expression was also very rich, how about, how long does the princess not allow you to enter her room?" Baili Liumo raised her eyebrows, counterattacked back without any weakness, reached out to pick up a snack, took a bite, "I heard that the princess's skills in making dim sum are first-rate. I don't know how long it takes the prince to take some to taste for the king and see if the princess's craft is well-deserved."

"Xiao Mo, you and Yun Ning are best not to have a handle in your own hands, otherwise loneliness will not make you feel better." Being stabbed in the pain, the prince gritted his teeth and said resentfully, "Yuning that girl, and Like you, you ca n’t spare your mouth. I ’m lonely looking forward to whoever has the upper hand after the two of you get married. But to be honest, I really want to see you look embarrassed. It must be very interesting and it will make you lonely. Unforgettable. "

"I'm afraid you won't wait for such a day in your life." Baili Liumo fought back lightly. At this time, he could never have imagined that the prince would have realized it. Such a wolf is like he never imagined. Of course, this It's afterwards.

"By the way, there is one thing I want to ask you." The prince smiled softly, too lazy to fight with him anyway, he would not win anyway, remembered the business, wanted to sit down with Bailimomo and talk slowly. After looking for a chair with no fruit, he twitched his lips and said with a smile, "Xiao Mo, you will not even have a chair, right? If so, you must bring your own next time."

"Come here, bring a chair for His Royal Highness." Baili Liumo glanced at the Prince, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes. Yes, it was a smile. The Prince was frightened by this sudden smile. Hesitating to say whether you need a chair.

The door of the study was opened, and the two little sister-in-laws carried in a redwood chair and walked in, placed not far from Baili Momo, not far from the book case, and then retreated. Baili Liumo used his eyes to signal the Prince to sit. The Prince hesitated to walk to the chair, frowned slightly, and looked at the chair that had just been lifted with anxiety, for a moment, he didn't know how to react.

"Sit down, isn't it the chair that you and the king want? Why, now you dare not sit on the chair?" Baililimo looked at the prince lightly, with a smile, teasing, "It's still your king Fear has risen to the king's chair?

"Xiao Mo thinks a lot, but I'm afraid I'll let you down. I'm just trying to see if the material of this chair is worthy of your taste." The Prince hid his face and shook the folding fan to conceal his guilty conscience. He sat down carefully, but if he looked closely, he could see where he was sitting, but he just made a sitting posture, but he didn't hit his chair at all.

"Oh, it's like this." Why would Baili Liumo not see the prince's trick, raised his eyebrows slightly, didn't see through, drank tea slowly, and asked gently, "Say, what is there? It's something you want to know. If your question is asked for an idea, the king can give you the answer you want to know without hesitation. "