Chapter 299

Neither of them spoke and hugged each other quietly.

Rong Jue chin against her hair heart, gently rub, gesture intimate pet drown. For a moment, his voice was a little hoarse: "girl, I'm very happy for my husband today."

There are so many things happening today that mu Qingge doesn't know which one he is referring to. Just as he is about to open his mouth, Rong Jue says in a warm voice: "the song" Blue Lotus "is not allowed to be heard by others any more. Do you know it?"

When mu Qingge heard the speech, his eyes brightened, and his body struggled in his arms. He turned around in his arms, climbed his arms, raised his face, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "which song do you like?"

"Well."

"Happy for my song?"

Rong Jue nodded.

"That..." Mu Qingge shriveled his mouth and looked at him eagerly. Somehow, he was a little uneasy: "do you know the meaning inside..."

Before her words came down, Rong Jue's eyes were deep and blazing. He bowed his head and kissed her lips.

"Well

Mu Qingge was stunned, his eyes were wide open and his ears were red.

Rong Jue just gave him a light kiss on his lips. He moved gently and carefully, and left after a while.

Then his eyes were fixed on her face.

It's not the first time for them to kiss, but mu Qingge is still shy. Especially after kissing, he hugged him in his arms, surrounded by his gentle eyes.

Mu Qingge felt a little uncomfortable and raised his eyes to stare at him: "don't look!"

Rong Jue chuckled, her eyes still fixed on her.

Mu Qingge's face was slightly red, and he slapped his arm like a bully: "what are you laughing at?" Stop laughing!

Don't look!

You want her to drill, don't you?!

Listen to her say so, Rong Jue's smile not only didn't restrain down, but smile out of voice, gently embrace her, chin against her hair heart, gently rub.

After a while, he slowly laughed and suddenly said, "I laugh for joy."

"Of course you're happy to take advantage of me." Mu Qingge's face was buried in his chest and whispered.

"It's one of the delights."

"What else?" Mu Qingge looked up from her arms and looked at him.

Rong Jue didn't answer and said, "it's better to sing a song for my husband alone in the future."

"Good!" Mu Qingge nodded repeatedly, his face was charmingly naive, but particularly bright, "hee hee, although I thought you could understand, I'm still very happy to hear you speak."

Rong Jue gazed at her with a smile, as bright as the warm sun in winter. Her eyes became deep.

When he heard her sing this song, she opened her mouth and he knew that he was singing it for him.

He grew up in the imperial family. He had heard all kinds of songs, but never had a song touched him so much.

Looking at her singing quietly on the stage, his mind is full of thoughts. However, he just wants her to be in front of him, smile at him, and he can hold her in his arms

Heart unprecedented palpitation!

With this in mind, he hung his head down again, kissed her lips, sucked the flap of her lips, slid the tip of his tongue between her lips, hooked her little tongue and gently sucked.

Mu Qingge's mind is blank. Subconsciously, he closes his eyes and puts his hand around his shoulder. The tip of his tongue responds to him gently. His lips are intertwined

After a kiss, they both gasped.

Mu Qingge didn't know how to react. She buried her head in his chest, gently pinched his chest skirt and played with her. Rong Jue looked at her, her cold face was dyed with a smile, and pinched her face to make fun of her: "silly girl!"

"You're stupid!" Mu qinggedun moves in his hands, raises his head and stares at him roundly to vent his dissatisfaction: "I always want to ask, why do you always call me a girl?"

Girl also just, now turned into a silly girl!

She was praised for her intelligence today!

Rong Jue Mou son deep, "don't like?"

"Neither." They were still very close to each other. Rong Jue's breath was very good. Mu Qingge took two breaths with his nose, and then went into his arms with a smile. "I just think it's strange. Can't I change my name?"

"No Rong Jue let her move in her arms, "it's good."

Mu Qingge said, "I don't think it's good."

Rong Jue looked down at her with a flash of light in his eyes, like a casual suggestion: "however, you can change my name."

Mu Qingge's eyes blinked. After thinking about it, he seemed to be called either rongjue or Wangye. He asked himself to change his name. Did he not like the name "nigger" or "Lord"?

Her eyes dribbled and she looked up in his arms. "What do you call that? Rong Jue? my husband? Jue? Little Jue Jue

She has no face and no skin to speak. She dares to say anything. Even Xiao Jue Jue comes out.

Rong Jue's ears turned red, but her face turned black. She interrupted him before she could say anything, "except the one behind."

Mu Qingge put out her tongue. She didn't want to call Rong Jue the name behind her. She just thought it was fun to say it at will.

She didn't say which one to call. She circled Rong Jue's arm and dragged him to sit down at the table in the room.

"Well, why hasn't the meal come yet?" Mu Qingge propped his chin on the table with one hand and touched his belly with the other. He said pitifully, "I'm so hungry."

Then he yawned.

Rong Jue: "it's about a quarter of an hour or two before you can come up. Why don't you go to sleep first?"

"But isn't there only half an hour's rest?" Mu Qingge pursed, "I'll have to have dinner later. If I sleep, I'm afraid I won't wake up."

Rong Jue said nothing and rubbed her head.

Mu Qingge yawned again. His eyes were sour and astringent. He looked at him eagerly, "why don't we sleep for a while?"

Rong Jue's eyes were deep, and his eyes were full of interest: "we?"

"Cough!" Mu Qingge's face turned red for a while. He turned his head instead of looking at him. He dropped a sentence in a hurry: "I'm very sleepy. I'll go to bed first and have a rest."

After that, he suddenly stood up, ran to the bedside, stepped on his shoes, jumped into bed, then lifted the quilt and retracted it.

Her movements were as smooth as a stream.

Rong Jue laughed, but as she said, she stood up and slowly came to the bedside.

Mu Qingge covers his chin with a quilt and looks at him with big eyes.

Rong Jue also looks at him, two people one is speechless, but who also has no action.

Mu Qingge closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then bounced up from the bed, lifted one side of the quilt, patted the spacious space around him, and said in a generous way: "here, don't say I'm mean, the bed is half for you!"

Rong Jue had a smile on her eyes and a touch of tenderness on her lips: "thank you."

Mu Qingge didn't dare to look him in the eyes. He lay down again and whispered, "you're welcome."