Chapter 899 Ding, Your Vinegar Jar Is Online! (26)

Soon, a man reeking of alcohol rushed out of the villa.

The uncle couldn't help being startled again.

Before Ye Jue was about to open the car door, the uncle stood in front and asked the other party, "Are you this girl's adoptive father?"

"Father?" Ye Jue frowned slightly, and he replied, "I'm her fiance."

"Oh, fiance." The uncle nodded, then was surprised again.

He originally thought it was an awkward dispute between male and female friends, but it turned out to be a small friction between unmarried couples.

The uncle opened the car door for Ye Jue.

The little girl was leaning on the car seat, sleeping in the dark, and the seat belt around her waist was tied in a strange knot.

Ye Jue's heart throbbed, and he clumsily untied the girl's knot.

Then he took the man out of the car and walked towards the villa.

The uncle looked at the back of the other party, and shouted earnestly: "Hey, you boy treat this girl well, don't always bully her."

This girl is also very pitiful.

For the first time ever, the always cold-blooded and ruthless Ferguson spoke for the first time: "Thank you, I understand."

Ye Jue carried the girl back to his room.

Feng Qian frowned in his arms, and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down and saw that the girl's eyes were red and there were still some tears.

The tip of the nose is also red.

In the man's dark eyes, the pupils shrank for a moment, and then, a light golden luster appeared in the eyes.

The little girl saw it, hiccupped, and raised her hand to touch the other person's eyes.

"Your Highness, is that you?"

Mu Yan looked down at the girl, and his heart throbbed.

He said, "Yeah."

The girl tilted her head, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled sweetly.

He put Fengqian on the bed.

Mu Yan sat on the side of the bed, he stretched out his fingertips to touch the corner of the girl's red eyes, and asked, "He bullied you."

After a pause, Feng Qian shook his head.

"It doesn't count. Your Highness's fragments are blackened, so... it doesn't count."

"sorry."

He apologized softly, feeling sorry for the little girl crying so sadly.

Before that, he fused the memory of a plane fragment.

The memory of the three planes brought him many, many things.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

He hugged Mu Yan's waist.

"A Yan doesn't need to apologize, I'm fine, I'm not angry or sad."

He lowered his head and rubbed the girl's head.

"I'll bully you back."

"Um?"

The girl blinked, but she was still a little confused because she was still drunk.

"How... how to bully?"

Mu Yan's voice was gentle and pleasant: "Anything is fine."

"Really?"

The girl's eyes lit up. Although she was very drunk, she did not forget her obsession all along.

"real."

He answered patiently, his eyes focused on the girl's face.

The little girl's voice was still a little stuttering: "I...can I...press...your Highness on top?"

It is impossible for His Highness Mu Yan, who has integrated the memories of the three planes, to understand what the girl said.

His fair face was slightly flushed, his eyelids drooped, and his long eyelashes covered the broken light in his eyes.

For that kind of thing, there is still a difference between having a memory and practicing it yourself.

Mu Yan didn't expect that the girl would say that.

would be such a bully.

However, no matter how bullying the other party said, he would cooperate unconditionally.

"Well, yes."

He nodded.

The drunken little girl got up, leaned over and hugged His Highness tightly.

After a while, she frowned and said, "I haven't bathed yet."

Mu Yan was slightly taken aback.

Afterwards, the little girl looked at him eagerly, tilted her head and asked, "Your Highness, can you wash it for me?"

"I want to... be with His Highness."

I didn't do it on purpose, all heroes, please be merciful.

I can't do anything when the number of words is up, so let's slip away as a respect. (˙-˙=????)