Your Majesty the King of the country, you are such a fucking talent for giving birth to babies!
Your Majesty the King of country A, you don't even f**king care about your daughter, you agree to chase your daughter just by yourself, you are really a Buddhist parent!
770.
The corners of Murong Jihua's eyes twitched, and just as he was about to speak, His Royal Highness sighed loudly again:
"My mother! Why are country A full of women's bosses?"
After finishing speaking, he blinked and blinked. His big eyes with layered eyelids were almost for display, and he swayed in the direction of Murong Jihua with difficulty:
"It turns out that Miss Elizabeth likes this kind of weak little boy?"
771.
boom!
His Royal Highness was taken aback,
Murong Jihua was taken aback for a moment,
Cui Guanshi was taken aback.
——He Junle took his fist out from under the hole in the table that was deformed by the punch, and stood up unsteadily.
Said to be wobbly.
But Murong Jihua knew very well that He Junle once said frankly when he was smoking afterwards...
How to make your words and deeds full of arrogance,
The art of standing up:
Neck and mandible frontal angle 15°-20°: maneuver +1
Body tilted at 24°, shaking left and right 2-3 times at a frequency of 2 times per second: casual +2
Curl your fingers lightly, and slowly close them to your waist in an S-shape. It takes 9-12 minutes to get the best results: domineering +3
Stand up straight, use 85% of your height advantage, look down, and silently recite "Everyone here is trash", and use disdainful and domineering eyes to attack the enemy's soul: momentum +4
772.
His Royal Highness's smile froze, and the sweat on his face condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving a dark sweat stain on the headscarf on his forehead.
"Junle—"
Murong Jihua felt a cold hand pulling his hand, dragging him up from the chair.
One step, one step, stepping on mountains and rivers, stepping on history, and quickly rushed to the prince.
— Before the opponent could react physically, He Junle grabbed the scarf on the back of the opponent's head, and pressed his face close to Murong Jihua's;
Murong Jihua heard a clear and deep male voice:
"Look, Blind Prince,"
The corners of He Junle's lips curved into a dangerous arc:
"Looking at this handsome face that makes people and gods angry, tell me again, Murong Jihua is a little boy?"
773.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Nu, husband, okay, he, mom, handsome!
The small volcano in Murong Jihua's heart was blazing, and then the crater was poured by the oil named He Junle, and the atomic bomb exploded as expected.
But Junle,
If we speak harsh words, we shall speak harsh words,
Can you keep my face from getting so close to this dark prince...
You know how he squinted his eyes desperately to see Lao Tzu wanting to rub someone in his eyeballs! many!
… abnormal.
774.
"Uh, see clearly,"
His Royal Highness raised his green eyes, blinked his watery frog eyes, and looked sideways at He Junle:
"But big sister... no, big brother, how do you know my first name is Xia Zi?"
775.
"Pfft...cough cough, this—"
Murong Jihua kept a distance of one meter away from Xia Zi calmly, put his arms around He Junle's waist, and imprinted the other person's predecessor on his side.
He pressed He Junle's head down, forcing him to lean on his shoulder,
With a charming smile, the spring breeze is rippling:
"The young people naturally know everything."
776.
In his eyes, he could only see a group of white, red, and black patches entangled with Xia Zi: "..."
Naturally, some wonderful and harmonious things came out of my brain.
"I see, it's just... you foreigners,"
"Are they all so open? Is it a pleasure to create a human being in front of you?"
777.
Sending off Shaz, saying goodbye to the sun, welcoming the stars, and it's time for daily love again.
When Murong Jihua was pushed down on the bed by He Junle, the alarm bells that had been dormant all day in his heart rang out, and a bad premonition surged to his forehead from bottom to top.
"Lele, stop-stop-stop,"
He stretched out his arms to stop He Junle from continuing to press down:
"Baby, forget it. It's been a few days since Her Royal Highness the Princess has nothing to do. Take care of your body."
He Junle frowned, pulled off the bow tie on his chest, put on gloves by the way, and responded angrily:
"Stop pretending to be stupid. The first time you are not in good shape, is it because your skills are too poor? If you change it to me, there will be no s..."
778.
you are fine
I have something to do!
This is a matter of principle!
779.
Murong Jihua gathered all his strength and supported He Junle's waist to bring him down:
"This young master won't allow it."
"..."
"...Besides, the superior, it is inevitable that you will not meet me, right? Don't forget, I am the source of allergies for your walking."
"..."
"..."
"Fine,"
He Junle seemed to give up, he sighed with regret, bit the left glove between his teeth, and took it off with a single force.
Murong Jihua breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his attention to playing with He Junle's soft black hair.
—Without warning, he felt a slightly cold hand holding it directly without gloves—
"..."
"… you!?"
"Shut up, I know my own body,"
He Junle leaned forward irritably, and touched the corner of Murong Jihua's eyes with his lips:
"If you have wine today and get drunk today, don't waste the good skin; as long as it doesn't burn to death, burn to death."
780.
... I'm sorry, but you, a junior in the outlook on life and death, really don't agree with you.
781.
After a round of courtesies with their paws, the two of them both lay down on the soft mattress.
Supporting his head to describe He Junle's exquisite sleeping face carefully, Murong Jihua thought for a while. Speaking of which, after that night, He Junle rarely said goodnight to his harem...
Sure enough, it's because Ben's charm is too big!
I hope that Princess Elizabeth’s battle post will come later, so that I can enjoy the peaceful life now——
No no, it's better to come early, die early and be reborn early, don't tell her to miss Ben Shao's beauty anymore,
No, it's better to be late. Otherwise... After losing this reason to take care of my body, what reason does Ben Shao have to refuse He Junle to touch me
Wait, it's better to be sooner...
…
It's annoying, let's come when love comes.
MMP
782.
Putting all the messy thoughts behind him, Murong Jihua planned to turn over and sleep happily,
—He swears he didn't just happen to see He Junle's terminal screen flashing on purpose
— Then I saw the clear block script on it.
783.
A piece of latest information from He Xueru:
(Summary: Xueru is the god-sister of He Junle who appeared in the previous article)
fruit! Of course! I'll just say it! Brother is so good, he must be able to catch up with Mr. President, hehehe~!
Although it has gone through a lot of hardships, it has finally come to fruition~
Brother must treat brother Murong well, put him in the palm of his hand and pamper him like heaven, Chirp Mi!
784.
"...Xueru little devil."
Murong Jihua's heartbeat couldn't stop, he felt that he might, probably, would, suffer from insomnia for a while...
……………
What should I do? Although I know this is a crime, I really want to know how He Junle told my sister about me!
785.
"Want to see it?"
A thoughtful voice sounded softly.
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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: Mi MJ 1;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]:
10 bottles of Mi MJ and Ye Ershao;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
doomed to miss
786.
"Want to see it?"
When He Junle said this, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and there was a bit of laziness and sly demeanor inside and outside the words, as if he had made up his mind about what Murong Jihua wanted, and made a joke from the perspective of a hunter.
—He is indeed a qualified brain killer.
Will you be a bunny under his knife
787.
… Follow along and fall into the trap.
Murong Jihua knew this well.
788.
"He Junle, who do you think this young master is?"
Murong Jihua let out a cough to cover up, and crossed He Junle's arm to extinguish the light on the other party's terminal screen.
After doing all this, his arms hung down in place consciously, but his body got closer. Now, Murong's black hair can already be entangled with He's.
Hair knot
Somehow, thinking of this word, Murong Jihua's heart warmed up.
789.
"Mr. Ben is very confident, so I don't care what you say about Mr. Ben in front of other people—"
"real?"
"This young master is very free and easy, even if you are weak, I will have the consciousness to be your only one—"
"real?"
"This young master is very magnanimous. Of course, Mr. He Junle also needs his own private space—"
"real?"
"..."
"real?"
"..."
"..."
"… real."
"Okay Mr. Murong, please stop grabbing my hand and trying to unlock the terminal screen with my fingerprint."
"..."
"..."
"not good."
"..."
790.
You ask why I am always throwing in the towel
joke! Can things between men be called admitting defeat!
This is called accommodating, this is called humor, this is called Sahara Prairie-style caring psychological behavior,
Collectively: This is called love!
Do you know why you don't understand, huh