Shu Nuan raised his head and asked him, "Do you want to see it?"
Sheng Qianmo shook his head gently, with a calm expression, as if he didn't care.
When Shu Nuan saw it, he said "Oh", casually tore off the drawing paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away.
"go home."
Painting stall guy: "..."
Who can tell him why such a quiet little girl who looks well-behaved and cute has such a arrogant temper
After painting for a long time, I just threw it away. At least it can teach people to appreciate it!
Shu Nuan didn't even wait for Sheng Qianmo and walked ahead.
Sheng Qianmo was about to follow him, but after a moment's hesitation, he finally picked up the ball of paper she threw on the ground.
He slowly opened it, and what he saw was—
A man in military uniform sitting on horseback.
Behind him was the sky full of wind and snow, and his face still had the bloody coldness after the battlefield, but there was a rare touch of gentleness in his eyes.
It's like the first drop of spring water seeping out of a thousand-year-old glacier.
It's what he looks like.
It was the battle shirt he wore the day he first met her.
Nuannuan, what did you draw
Sweetheart.
The moment Sheng Qianmo picked up Shu Nuan, who was walking not far ahead, Shu Nuan screamed in fright, because the bastard lifted her up high, and Shu Nuan was so frightened that her little hands clung to his shoulders. "Put me down..."
Not only did Sheng Qianmo not let her go, he directly pressed her against the wall at the corner of the street and kissed her lips fiercely.
His tongue entangled her powerfully and fiercely, not only robbing her of her breath, but also occupying every corner of her.
Shu Nuan's mouth was numb from his kiss, and her little mouth made soft humming sounds from time to time. The corners of her eyes were moist, as if they contained watery mist, hazy and alluring.
After a while, Sheng Qianmo finally regained some sense and let her go a little. Panting heavily, he lowered his head and clamped his eyes on her misty eyes, "The child belongs to me, right?"
Shu Nuan was devastated by his lustful look in his eyes. The calf hanging on his waist softened, but she still had a bit of stubbornness. Her lips were moist, and she said with a moist voice: "No..."
Sheng Qianmo bit her lip and breathed thicker, "It belongs to me."
This time he used a firm tone.
"no… "
"yes."
"...My legs are sore, put me down." Shu Nuan gasped and planned to change the subject.
Sheng Qianmo remained motionless, staring straight at Shu Nuan in his arms. He raised his lips and said with a somewhat sultry expression, "It belongs to me."
"It's Shu Nuan's own child, it has nothing to do with the prince..."
Sheng Qianmo actually pushed her with his lower body through her clothes, raised the corners of his mouth in a ruffian yet sexy manner, and said in a low voice, "You little naughty boy, do you want me to be heartbroken?"
Shu Nuan could feel the giant thing pushing against her through the fabric of her clothes, and her face became even hotter, "Anyway... it's not..."
Sheng Qianmo didn't say much and carried her to the doctor.
The doctor yesterday was hired by Shu Nuan himself and went to Heng Mansion every day to check Shu Nuan's pulse. Naturally, he was on Shu Nuan's side. But Sheng Qianmo went directly to the city to find a random medicine shop.
"You are already three months pregnant. How can you be a husband? You don't even know that your wife is pregnant..."
Sheng Qianmo looked at Shu Nuan sitting at the table, his eyes were so gentle, "It's because I didn't do my duty to my husband enough."
Shu Nuan bit her lip and stood up, turned around and ran away.
What is the husband...
shameless.
Who wants to marry him.