Chapter 900 Ding, Your Vinegar Jar Is Online! (27)

Because she had just cried before, the little girl's almond eyes were wet, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red. At this moment, her long eyelashes fluttered and she raised her eyes to look up at His Highness, looking eagerly expectant.

Even His Royal Highness Mu Yan couldn't stand Feng Qian's expression.

Even if you have the memory of the first three planes, you can still understand a lot.

In my memory, I didn't get along with little girls like this.

However, memory and practice are different after all.

The holy god blushed slightly, and a light flush appeared on his fair neck.

Obviously just being hugged...

And she asked.

Mu Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and his eyelashes drooped.

But she was drunk at the moment, the alcohol was still there, and she was doing things in a daze.

As in memory, never changed.

He pursed his lips, lowered his head and held Feng Qian's hand, and removed the girl's hand from his waist.

Feng Qian raised his head and looked at him without blinking.

Mu Yan raised his hand and rubbed the girl's head, his voice was very soft: "Wait here for me obediently."

The drunk girl nodded and blinked her eyes a few times.

After making sure that the girl is well-behaved, he slowly got up, turned and walked into the bathroom.

Mu Yan lowered her eyes and bent down, filling the bathtub with hot water.

He tested the temperature of the water and turned off the tap after confirming that the temperature was right.

The little girl in the bedroom sat obediently in her original position, her eyes fixed on the bathroom.

When Mu Yan came out from inside, she bent her eyes and smiled a little naively.

Mu Yan paused, raised his feet and approached, he lowered his eyes to look at Feng Qian, his thin lips parted slightly: "The water is ready."

Feng Qian nodded, pressed her palms on the bed, and stood up very slowly. When she passed by His Highness, she turned her head slightly and reached out to hold the other's wrist.

"Your Highness isn't going?"

The girl frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

Mu Yan pursed his lips, he knew that she was drunk at this time, so she would not think through her brain when she said and acted.

Sighing slightly, Mu Yan raised his other hand and stroked her head.

"You're drunk, Qianqian."

Feng Qian felt that he was sober.

Not drunk.

How could she be drunk if she could recognize His Highness?

Or does His Highness not want to be with her?

A bunch of thoughts floated in Feng Qian's little head.

still……

She didn't do well enough to make His Highness angry?

Or is it because she didn't take good care of the fragments, didn't protect the fragments?

Shouldn't he be angry and leave today, and shouldn't make the shards unhappy?

Isn't it just a drink?

It doesn't matter if she's drunk, she shouldn't refuse to drink.

There is no need to be angry and cold, and leave the fragments alone in the box.

So... the reason why His Highness came is because she did something wrong?

Feng Qian thought a lot, drunk people don't think they are drunk, they will think wildly.

The little girl lowered her eyes, and slowly loosened His Highness's wrist with her fingers.

Feeling a little depressed, he raised his feet and walked forward with blank eyes.

next second.

With a bang, the girl's forehead hit the door panel.

She frowned, took a few steps back, and raised her hand to touch her forehead.

Hissed in pain.

Then, he blinked his eyes blankly.

Obviously, he was a little puzzled as to how he could hit the door.

The impact just now was not light, and there was a small bruise on his forehead.

Mu Yan took a step forward, held the girl's shoulders, and made her face him. He looked at the blue spot on Feng Qian's forehead.

She frowned in distress, covered her fingertips, and used divine power to relieve her pain.

In order to prevent the little girl from slamming on the door in a daze, or somewhere else, this time he took her inside himself.

When turning to leave, Feng Qian grabbed Mu Yan's sleeve.

The little girl looked at him eagerly.

He was a little moved, and his cold voice was full of helpless connivance: "Qianqian won't think like this when he wakes up, I don't want you to regret it."

To those who said yesterday that they would send me bats, you are too ruthless!

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