Qin Song shook his head violently: "If I make up, Alang is a puppy."

Alang: "…"

Looking at Qin Song in disbelief.

He is very innocent!

Why is Qin Song making up a fool? He is a puppy?

But Alang was also curious and looked at Qin Song with Qin Yaorao.

Qin Song spread his hands: "I know so much, I can coax her with all my words. My aunt was beaten to death and refused to say anything more."

Qin Yaorao felt something was about to come out. There was just a sign that the flame was extinguished!

That feeling is like scratching it so hard.

"It's useless!"

Qin Yaorao rolled his eyes in disgust: "Tell me more nice things and continue to coax your mother. If you can't mess up, I will marry to the Han Palace in the future. You are not allowed to come to the Han Palace to find me."

"Do you want to be so cruel? Do you don't recognize me as your brother? Sister, are your shoulders still sore? I'll rub you for you. My legs are sore, and I'm also very good at rubbing my legs. I have learned the same super powerful technique as Madam Ling..."

Qin Song had a bitter face and said that he kept pleasing Qin Yaorao. He turned around and saw his brother-in-law standing behind him, his eyes falling on his legs that he was rubbing for Qin Yaorao, with a dark face.

So scary!

Alang, the unfaithful guy, ran away one step earlier.

Qin Song laughed even worse than crying: "Brother-in-law is here, brother-in-law, come..."

Giving the position to King of Han, Qin Song looked very much like Qin Yaorao's fat rabbit, and shed behind Alang.

The King of Han sat down on the bamboo stool in front of Qin Yaorao, and put his hands on her calves that exposed her skirt like lotus roots.

He was controlled by his slightly rough hand, and Qin Yaorao seemed to be burned by fire, and her face turned red.

"Let go!"

"Don't your legs be sore?"

The little girl pinched her feet gently, and there were already red marks on it. The King of Han relaxed his hands and kneaded her ankles.

Qin Yaorao was breathing rapidly: "It's not like that!"

She wanted to say that Qin Song rubbed her legs through a layer of skirt.

"I am different from Song'er."

The King of Han kept moving his hands and said to him warmly: "I should do what I should do when rubbing my wife's legs."

Qin Yaorao clearly felt a hint of sourness from his gentle tone. Combined with this sentence, Qin Yaorao finally realized that he said that rubbing her legs was what he should do.

It means that others can't do it.

He is the only one who rubs her legs in the future.

He is the person she should be closest to in the future.

Why didn't she know before that this person would become more and more domineering? She didn't want her to get too close to Song'er and her brothers...

Qin Yaorao kicked him up in anger: "Hmph, depending on your performance, do you want to ask you to find my aunt's whereabouts as soon as possible?"

The King of Han was kicked on her heart by her little feet, that feeling...

Knowing that his and her wedding was approaching, he was becoming increasingly unable to control himself.

He now understands, what is the word "英语"?

Before he lost control, he put the shoes that Qin Yaorao took off for her: "Grandpa wants to send people from the General's Mansion to Pingyang County to help find someone together."

Now the King of Han said, "Grandma" and said very smoothly."

The old general Qin corrected him several times, and there was no way to call him a rogue prince and act like a scoundrel, and he could not block his mouth.

He pulled the lazy Qin Yaorao up from the couch and coaxed her: "Do you want to go to the Han Palace with me to visit?"

Qin Yaorao looked at him with a look of bad things, bad things, and bad things.

The King of Han looked helpless: "Yaoyao, it's Brother Jiu who wants to give you a surprise before you marry into the King of Han's Mansion."
Chapter completed!