C129

Rumble … A certain girl in the mandala had fallen to the ground due to the misfortune of his own son …

As night fell, Luoluo originally planned to wash up and sleep, but she didn't know that Chou Yan was currently standing outside the mandala, indifferently looking in through the window.

"Steamed Bun, my little ancestor, quickly go to sleep!" Luoluo placed the steamed bun on the soft bed and wiped off the water on his body. After she wiped off the water on his head, she wrapped the steamed bun up like it was a baby and brought him to sleep on the bed.

"Don't …." Mother, you haven't slept with Yan Er for the past two days! " Steamed Bun stretched out his arm and grabbed Luoluo's clothes.

"Wait a minute, I need to sleep!" "Since you are a child, go to sleep first. Mom won't be able to sleep this early!" Luoluo looked at Steamed Bun in grief.

"Don't sleep so early with that bun!"

"No, you are a child, you must sleep first!"

"But Steamed Bun can't sleep!"

"Why can't I sleep?" Do you want Mom to sing to you? " Luoluo looked at Steamed Bun with a smile.

"No!" Steamed Bun pouted.

"Why not?" Back then, your mother and I were singing because of the good singing. We even played the role of a waiter once! "

"No, Steamed Bun doesn't like to hear anything nice …"

Luoluo's face stiffened as she quickly smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do about it, your mother. We can only rely on that brother to keep smiling. There's no need for it now. Mother will sing another song for Steamed Bun …"

"Hm …."

"Baby …" Great sleep … Mom is here … "I'll pat you to sleep …"

Steamed Bun raised his eyebrows and looked at Luoluo, who was singing with an intoxicated expression, before quickly closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. She reckoned that this big bro was made up by her. It was so unpleasant to listen to!

, who was outside the window, suddenly couldn't hold back and laughed. Luoluo was patting the bun for a while, and seeing that his breathing had really started to steady, she probably only heard some noise outside the window after she had fallen asleep.

Luoluo looked outside the window cautiously and suddenly stood up. She walked to the window and asked, "Who is it?"

Before she even finished speaking, someone suddenly hugged her from behind. Luoluo was shocked, she almost cried out, but who knew that that person would suddenly pull her body closer, sealing her small mouth, gently kissing and biting her.

"Ugh …" "You …" Luoluo opened her eyes wide, it was actually Chou Yan.

Chou Yan smiled faintly and let go of Luoluo's body. Luoluo immediately took a few steps back and turned her head to look at the sleeping bun. Only then did she let out a light breath.

"You …." "What are you doing here?" Luoluo raised his eyebrows. He didn't know why, but he felt that even though the person in front of him was the same person, his aura was completely different. His entire body was filled with patience, and although the Chou Yan in front of him was also Ming Liehan, his entire body was emitting an irresistible aura of a king, as though, all of this was supposed to be his, as though it was natural.

Chou Yan chuckled as he lifted up a strand of hair from Luoluo's shoulder. He placed it on top of his nose and sniffed, then chuckled: "Your method of coaxing children to sleep is truly a rarely seen one in the world!"

"Uh …." "So what?" Luoluo raised her eyebrows, "If you are capable, please try to coax me!"

Indeed, he was Steamed Bun's father. He actually didn't recognize his own son. He hadn't even coaxed him before.

Chou Yan just smiled and turned to look at the steamed bun on the bed. He just so happened to be secretly looking at them with half-opened eyes. Chou Yan smiled, he was becoming more and more powerful.

"Hello …" Luoluo suddenly frowned, can you step aside a little? Chou Yan had been sticking closely to her body for such a long time, and she had almost broke away from the window.

Chou Yan embraced Luoluo by the waist and retreated a step before lowering his head to lightly kiss her ear. "Woman, did I call you back to mandala?"

Hearing that, Luoluo blushed: "Why do I have to stay in your palace!"

Chou Yan squinted his eyes and looked at Luoluo.

"Besides, my son hasn't seen me for two days. If I don't come back, what will he do?" "You want to compensate me?" Luoluo rolled her eyes.

Chou Yan laughed, but his eyes suddenly revealed a doting look, just like when Ming Liehan was looking at Luoluo. Luoluo was startled, she raised his eyes and looked at him in shock.

However, Chou Yan suddenly kissed Luoluo's lips. He held her waist tightly with one hand and slowly raised his other hand.

Luoluo also stopped struggling. She closed her eyes and obediently endured the kiss. He was her cold, always her man, she had no place to hide, no place to hide from him!

Suddenly, something heavy struck his head, and Luoluo looked as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes wide open.

Chou Yan also retreated a step, releasing Luoluo, his eyes flashed with the same gaze as on a certain day.

Luoluo suddenly turned and ran to the mirror, staring at the thing on her head in shock.

"Canghai Mingyue?!" Luoluo suddenly cried out in alarm, and then immediately covered her mouth, afraid that she would wake up the child. She turned her head to look at Chou Yan.

Chou Yan frowned at the same time: "You know of its Ming Zi?"

"Heavens, this …" Luoluo suddenly thought of the words that the strange Taoist Jingyu had said a long time ago after he had taken Canghai away from her.

Chou Yan walked forward, gently pressed on Luoluo's shoulder, and looked at Luoluo's beautiful little face in the mirror from behind her. He lowered his head, and as if he was accustomed to it, lightly kissed her hair.

"One day you will understand that I have taken this thing from you just so that I can return it to you one day!"

The words of the Taoist Jingyu suddenly came into Luoluo's ears …

Luoluo turned her head to look at Chou Yan. She raised her hand to touch's face, but froze in midair and then drooped down.

"Why is the Canghai Mingyue in your hands?" Luoluo turned and looked at Chou Yan.

"What is it?" Chou Yan was confused by the question in the Luoluo's eyes, she seemed to be extremely familiar with the Night Pearl.

"How did this Canghai Mingyue get back into your hands?" Luoluo bit her lips.

"It was given to the I by a very strange old man." Chou Yan said lightly: "But I was very strange at that time, that old man looked like he had torn out all his clothes, and didn't seem like he was the type to possess such a precious item."

"Then …"

"However, he did call it a Canghai Mingyue. I have never shown it to anyone in the past year, but I suddenly felt that no one in this world other than your Princess Gabriella could match this pearl hairpin." Chou Yan suddenly laughed faintly.

Luoluo suddenly curled her lips. How could she sigh …

How could he marvel at how the world was too small and how there was such a coincidence in the world?

Suddenly, Luoluo dived into Chou Yan's embrace and started crying softly. She held Chou Yan by the waist and sobbed, "Icy cold …"

Chou Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes becoming more ruthless: "I is not Ming Liehan!"

Luoluo pursed her lips. She knew that she couldn't tell him everything that had happened as she still didn't know what had happened.

Originally, Chou Yan thought that crying in his arms would release him from his feelings, but instead, he pushed him away.

It seems that he is truly angry …

Luoluo immediately hugged Chou Yan tightly like an octopus: "I know I know! You want me to treat you as if you were him? "Woo …"

That word "no" choked Chou Yan's throat, and in the end, he did not say it out.

Was she still thinking about her ex-husband? Even if she had already become his woman, was there still no place for Chou Yan in her heart?

"Awoooo …" "Awooooo …" "Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo …" A biting cold... "A biting cold …"

Seeing the girl in his embrace crying so hard that it seemed as if the world was about to fall apart, Chou Yan helplessly sighed, lowered his eyes, and gently patted Luoluo's back as if he was comforting her.

Suddenly, Steamed Bun turned his head, and looked at Chou Yan who was hugging Luoluo, and rolled her eyes and laughed.

After a long while, Chou Yan had thought that she should have cried enough, since he still hadn't made a sound even after lying in his embrace. He shook her body, only to see her fall down all of a sudden.

Did this woman really like sleeping in his arms that much? He could fall asleep when doing those kinds of things, but he could actually fall asleep when crying and standing still!

Seemingly having seen what happened to Chou Yan, Steamed Bun suddenly sat up. He chuckled and said softly, "Big Uncle …" "Bring your mother to bed and sleep!"

The moment he heard Steamed Bun's voice, Chou Yan turned around with Luoluo in his arms. Seeing him arrogantly take off the Luoluo's blanket, Chou Yan indicated for him to place him inside.

Chou Yan smiled at Steamed Bun, feeling that this woman and his son were really a pair of treasures. Walking forward, he placed Luoluo on the bed.

"Heh heh …" Steamed Bun turned around and looked at the sleeping Luoluo and turned to look at Chou Yan. "Mother is like this, she always goes to sleep when the time is right …" "Otherwise, she will curse!"

"Humans are big and small." Chou Yan suddenly raised his hand and patted on Steamed Bun's head lightly.

When Steamed Bun heard it, his eyes turned. He suddenly jumped into Chou Yan's embrace and sniffed. Yan Er smelled your scent on Mother's today... "What bad things have you done?"

Chou Yan's face stiffened. Originally, something that was rather normal in the eyes of an adult, yet now, in front of a child who was not even two years old, why did he feel so embarrassed …

Chou Yan sighed helplessly, then laughed and patted on Steamed Bun's head.

Last night, although he did not know when Chou Yan left, Luoluo knew that he did not stay overnight at mandala.

Luoluo lowered her head and sat at the table, looking at the pearl hairpin in her hand.

What had happened? She was sure that Ming Liehan had lost her memory because of something, but how could there be such a coincidence in the world? He had even come here to be the King of the Chou Ming Country, but the Canghai Mingyue had actually returned to her hands!

Even though the old fortune-teller had told her, she still felt that the situation was too strange! Since that old man had seen Ming Liehan before, why didn't he tell her? Why was he so capable, why didn't he recover Ming Liehan's memories? He had to take such a long detour!

Also, the black clothed man that Silk Bamboo spoke of, was probably the biggest key! Who could it be?