The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 530 The Merchant Woman Who Was Killed For Money (80)

Murong Chen gently and forcefully cupped the back of Su Qinghuan's head with his palms, so that Su Qinghuan had to entangle with him.

The teeth were pried open by the man, and Su Qinghuan couldn't help but blushed when she was hugged so tightly by the man.

"I... I'm a little hungry!"

She didn't mean to spoil the fun, but there were too many etiquettes in the Empress Seal Ceremony. Although Murong Chen had asked the palace servants to bring her something to cushion her stomach before, there were too many people before, and Su Qinghuan was embarrassed to eat too much.

After coming and going, now I feel my stomach growling.

"You... you came to torture me on purpose, didn't you?"

The man hooked Su Qinghuan's nose helplessly. In fact, the girl also noticed Murong Chen's affection, but she was really hungry.

Facing the girl's aggrieved eyes, the corners of Murong Chen's lips curved slightly, but he still endured it. He stared at Su Qinghuan's burning face, and handed a plate of delicate mung bean cakes to the girl.

"Hey, eat something first, if these are not enough, I will let the imperial dining room do it."

"Don't... Enough is enough!"

Going to ask the palace people to cook at this time, isn't that exposing their new queen, who is a typical foodie.

Su Qinghuan was not happy.

She was a little hungry after all, so she quickly snatched the plate away, but Murong Chen didn't let it go, instead he took out a piece of pastry and fed it to the girl with great interest.

"Here."

"...I'm not a child."

Su Qinghuan was a little embarrassed.

But the man smiled frankly.

"In my eyes, you are indeed not a child," the man paused, and said meaningfully: "You are a little greedy cat."

The deliberately protracted tone was actually a bit doting for no reason.

Su Qinghuan couldn't help but blushed even more when she thought of how they hugged each other tightly before.

She was like a little hamster, eating the mung bean cake with her cheeks bulging, while Murong Chen looked at the girl's greedy mouth and the slightly exposed crimson tongue tip.

The man's throat moved slightly, and he couldn't help but leaned over and pressed Su Qinghuan's shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

Su Qinghuan was taken aback.

"do not move."

Murong Chen's throat slipped slightly, the man said, and without warning, he hugged the girl's waist and pressed his thin lips.

Gently sucking the minced mung bean cake on the girl's lips.

"You don't eat clean."

"..."

Feeling the man's lips swaying on her cheeks, Su Qinghuan's face turned red like shrimp in an instant.

"You...you can remind me, or wipe me clean with a handkerchief."

"But I'm hungry."

The man spoke slowly, the smile on his face was as light as a spring breeze, as if everything he said was taken for granted.

"hungry?"

Su Qinghuan glanced suspiciously at the man's face,

Su Qinghuan had always known that Murong Chen was handsome, but she had never watched Murong Chen carefully under the red candle like this moment.

Really... the more you look at it, the more enchanted you become.

Bah, bah, bah, anyway, she is also Qingqiu Diji, how could she be so obsessed with a man's beauty.

Su Qinghuan looked away uncomfortably.

"I don't believe you. You are clearly lying to me. There are so many mung bean cakes there. Why don't you snatch it, but you want to snatch it from my lips..."

What's more, it's still broken.

Su Qinghuan's words were incomplete, and she always felt embarrassed.

……

But Murong Chen smiled handsomely.

He stepped forward in an instant.

"Qing Huan, why are you so surly, are you so reluctant to give me some mung bean cake?"

"But I'm different from you."

As the man said, he held a half-broken piece of pastry in his mouth as if he wanted to make a show, and actually handed it to the girl's lips.

"……doing what?"

Su Qinghuan had goosebumps all over her body.

Why didn't she know that Murong Chen was so good at playing? !
……

"What do you say?"

The man stared at her with scorching eyes, and suddenly hooked her waist, and slipped the piece of mung bean cake into her mouth in an instant.

Su Qinghuan stared blankly at Murong Chen's smiling eyebrows.

For a moment, there was an illusion of being bullied by this guy.

"you--"

"Shh... eat well."

This mung bean cake was made by the chef of the imperial dining room, and it was naturally the most delicious food in the Xia Dynasty, but the fragrance of the cake could not match the man's strong ambergris.

……

Su Qinghuan bit her crimson lips slightly.

"Eat well, just eat, don't do these messy things..."

She stretched out her hand, wanting to refuse, but she didn't know that the action of biting her lip made the man's eyes darken even more.

A low laugh emerged from Murong Chen's throat, he raised his head, and the tip of his nose lightly brushed Su Qinghuan's forehead.

"Hey, don't you like it?"

I didn't like it at all!

Su Qinghuan just wanted to refute, but Murong Chen sealed her lips again.

This foolishness!

They don't even have the right to speak freely!
The blood in my whole body seems to be flowing upstream...

And the man's hand was around her waist.

I don't know who got drunk whose eyes first, and whose hands wrapped around the other's neck. In the end, the moonlight was hanging high, and the room was filled with warmth.

……

The two tossed and tossed until midnight, and the man carefully scrubbed Su Qinghuan again.

Su Qing shrank into a small shrimp, curled up in Murong Chen's arms, and then vaguely hooked a strand of Murong Chen's hair, entangled with her hair.

"Being a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection. It turns out that the ancients said this is the truth... Ah Chen, don't you think so?"

The name of the emperor is a taboo that others need to avoid, even the queen is no exception, but Murong Chen acquiesced in Su Qinghuan's title.

The man hugged Su Qinghuan indulgently, and put one hand on the girl's waist.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the girl's face with some satisfaction.

"Yes."

Su Qinghuan laughed foolishly.

"Today is my happiest day."

Although the post-sealing ceremony is very tiring, as long as he is the one to marry, he feels that there is no turning back.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly put his hand on her lips.

"No, what you said is wrong, it means that every day from now on will be so happy."

What he wants is not happiness in a day and night, but eternal life.

Su Qinghuan nodded sleepily, her eyelids could not stop fighting.

"Well, you're right, every day, I'll be like this...happy...Achen, good night..."

The girl was really tired, so she fell asleep in a daze after speaking.

But men do not have such a strong drowsiness.

He had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and now, as long as he looked at the girl, he would feel infinitely satisfied in his heart.

It was the first time Murong Chen heard the word good night.

But it is easy to think of its own meaning.

"Qing Huan, good night."

The man imitated Su Qinghuan and said, then lowered his head, and gently placed a kiss on the girl's forehead.

That gesture is so gentle that it makes one's heart palpitate.

(End of this chapter)