Quick Wear: After the charming host got pregnant, the boss spoiled her like crazy

This mark was left by Shen Nian. Although it has become lighter, it is still clearly visible.

Xie Zhi edited a Weibo post, uploaded the photo, and attached a sentence.

"Shen Nian, mine."

And @Shen Nian in this Weibo post.

As soon as this photo of tooth marks came out.

All of Xie Zhi’s fans were collectively shocked.

"What the hell, what did I see? What did I see?"

"It's such an ordinary day. I just came here to check in as usual and comment on President Xie's Weibo.

What kind of ambiguous photo is this? I must not be awake yet."

"This is the first time I've seen Mr. Xie post a photo. Why is it this kind of content again?"

It's not just Xie Zhi's fans who are going crazy.

Even the little white fox was a little confused.

"Host, please take a quick look to see if Xie Zhi has been stimulated by something."

Shen Nian paced over. He had just finished a shower and hadn't had time to blow-dry his hair, so there was still moisture on the ends of his hair.

"Host, look at this photo." The little white fox raised his cell phone.

Shen Nian raised his eyes and glanced, then paused.

Her eyes stayed on the screen for a moment, then slowly moved away, as if she was digesting the information contained in this Weibo post.

"Little White Fox, does Xie Zhi mean to make it public?"

"Shen Nian's voice was calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

"I think it's nine out of ten."

"The little white fox nodded, with a hint of certainty in its tone.

"That'll be easy!"

Shen Nian seemed to see 10 billion waving at her.

The little white fox beside her clenched its little paws.

It seemed to see a trace of spiritual power surrounding the tips of its claws.

Its spiritual power is gradually recovering. I believe it won't be long before it can transform back into Rong Jue.

"Little white fox, what are you thinking about?"

Shen Nian asked doubtfully.

The little white fox has been suddenly falling into deep thought like this quite frequently lately.

"It's okay. I'm just happy that the host is about to complete the mission."

I am just feeling deeply happy about our upcoming reunion.

They will meet again soon.

Shen Nian didn't take its abnormality too seriously.

After listening to its words, I just thought it was really happy for me.

"Don't worry, when I become a millionaire, I'll have a male model spot and you'll have a fruit plate to eat."

Shen Nian was full of pride and patted its little head.

"Okay, thank you host."

The little white fox nodded and responded obediently.

Want to be a male model?

Ah!

wishful thinking.

…………

"Mr. Xie, Designer Zhao has returned from abroad."

Xie Zhi nodded and said, "Let him in."

His voice was steady and powerful, revealing an unquestionable authority.

Zhao Zhiqing is a top international designer, and his designs are renowned even internationally.

Li Te pushed the door open and said to Designer Zhao, "Designer Zhao, Mr. Xie asked you to come in."

"Ah."

Zhao Zhiqing pushed his glasses, opened the door and walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Xie! What do you want me to design for you?"

"Hello."

Xie Zhi also responded politely and shook hands with him.

The two big palms were clasped together and separated as soon as they touched.

"I want you to design a unique wedding ring for me."

Wedding ring?

Zhao Zhiqing, who had long heard of Xie Zhi's reputation for abstinence, was stunned for a moment.

………………

"There has never been a precedent for this, so I will be the first person in history who will never be surpassed."

For a moment, Lingzhi really wanted to slap himself.

Knowing her own princess's personality very well, the more others forbid her to do something, the more she likes to do it.

Especially when it comes to precedents, innovations, and being the first in something, he has an extraordinary obsession.

This is the character of her prince, and he will probably never be able to change it in this lifetime.

"Song Yin, come here and help me support Her Highness the Concubine."

Lingzhi waved, and a little fairy named Songyin ran over.

She carefully supported Tianfei, and after Lingzhi was able to escape, she made a gesture to Qingyun who was struggling to pull Shen Nian.

Qingyun understood and nodded at her.

"Aunt Lingzhi, where are you going? You haven't testified for me and my mother yet."

Shen Nian was drunk and unconscious, but he was still thinking about becoming sworn brothers with Tian Fei.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. Lingzhi will be here to bear witness in a moment."

"Okay! Then I'll wait for you to come back."

Shen Nian was calmed down by Lingzhi.

Lingzhi also took the opportunity to make a hand gesture and condensed a auspicious cloud. Stepping on the auspicious cloud, Lingzhi flew to the main temple without stopping.

main temple

The divine candle emitted a bright light, and Rong Jue picked up his pen to deal with the books and memorials on the table.

"Young Master, Lingzhi from Qianhua Palace wants to see you."

The Shen Gong who served Rong Jue walked in and reported to Rong Jue.

Rong Jue heard this and said without even raising his head: "Let her in."

Although the mother-son relationship between Rong Jue and Tian Fei was not deep, Ling Zhi was Tian Fei's person after all, so Rong Jue had to give her this face no matter what.

After Lingzhi entered the hall, she looked at the handsome man on the high seat, whose temperament was like the cold moon.

I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, because Rong Jue looked very similar to the Father God back then.

Now Rong Jue, even his ruthless character, is very similar to that of the Father God back then.

She resented Father God for hurting her prince, and it was hard for her not to have resistance towards Rong Jue.

If it weren't for the fact that they were sworn brothers of the gods, and if they weren't bound by divine power and could easily break ethical principles, she wouldn't have gone through all this trouble to invite Rong Jue over.

"Young Master, Her Royal Highness Tian Fei and Young Master's Consort are both drunk. They both want to become sworn brothers. I can't persuade them, so I can only ask Young Master to go over and stop them."

Rong Jue paused while picking up the pen. Was Shen Nian drunk? She really didn't behave like a concubine of a young master.

However, he had never seen Shen Nian drunk.

When she is drunk, her cheeks must be red, very cute.

"Where are they?"

Rong Jue put down his pen and looked up at Lingzhi.

Lingzhi replied: "I am in Qianhua Palace right now."

"Ah."

Rong Jue's clothes fluttered, and in an instant, he disappeared from Lingzhi's sight.

He is worthy of being that man’s son, his divine power is so strong.

Lingzhi also made some hand gestures and followed him.

…………

In the Qianhua Palace, Shen Nian was tired from all the work and lay listlessly on the table.

"Mother, why hasn't Aunt Lingzhi come yet?"

Tian Fei also lay opposite her, her eyes fixed on Shen Nian.

"almost."

Tian Fei murmured, and she was not in a good mood.

This was exactly the scene Rong Jue saw when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

In the Qianhua Palace, there was a pear tree, and under the tree there was a white jade table. On the white jade table, two fairy concubines were lying on the table without caring about their image.

Wine jugs were scattered all over the floor, and the air was filled with a faint scent of pears.

Rong Jue couldn't remember how many years it had been since he last stepped into the Qianhua Palace.

Maybe it's a dozen years, maybe it's several decades.

"Ah Nian, look, is that Lingzhi standing over there?"

Tian Fei half-closed her eyes and could not see clearly. She pointed at Rong Jue and asked Shen Nian.

Shen Nian couldn't see clearly either. She stood up from the table and stumbled towards the man.

She was drunk, and her usually lively eyes were now blurry and vague.

After seeing the person clearly, she threw herself into Rong Jue's arms like a fluttering butterfly.

"Husband, are you here to pick me up?"

She was in Rong Jue's arms, looking up at him with her little face raised.

Her fair cheeks were slightly flushed, a drunken smile hung on her lips, and her long hair was loose and falling, adding a touch of cuteness and charm to her that was irresistible.

She looked just as Rong Jue had imagined, even more charming.

"How much did you drink?"

She was beautiful, but she drank too much and was not in her right mind.

Rong Jue frowned slightly, looking unhappy.

The drunk Shen Nian became much bolder, and his nature was released when he was drunk.

Her slightly cool fingers touched Rong Jue's brows, "Husband, don't frown. You look better when you smile."

Rong Jue held her soft, boneless hand with his big hand, and the burning heat of his palm almost burned Shen Nian.

"Shen Nian, you have overstepped the boundaries."

Rong Jue narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and a hint of coldness appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He was not used to being too intimate with her in front of others.

Shen Nian was stunned for a moment, but as the little goddess of the Suzaku clan, she was fearless.

"You and I are husband and wife, and there are no rules between husband and wife."

"Heh." Rong Jue laughed softly, "Be good, Ah Nian."

The name Anian came out of Rong Jue's mouth almost subconsciously.

It was as if I had called you with deep affection thousands of times before.

"Well, I'll be good."

Seeing that she was obedient, Rong Jue smiled and held her small and soft hand in his big palm.

Half tempting and half coaxing her, "It's late tonight, come back to the palace with me, okay?"

Shen Nian felt that Rong Jue was lowering himself to coax her.

"Well, let's go back to the bedroom."

Rong Jue picked up Shen Nian and carried him sideways, and in an instant, he disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

From beginning to end, Rong Jue didn't even look at Tian Fei.

As soon as they left, the beautiful eyes of the Queen, which were once filled with intoxication, became very clear.

"Song Yin, pack up these things."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Tianfei stood up with the help of the table, walked to the pear tree and stroked the texture of the pear tree.

This pear tree was planted for her by Father God himself.

However, all the vows made were gone with the wind, leaving only the pear tree, which has stood tall for one hundred and eighty years.

"Yuan Chu."

The old friend's voice is still so familiar.

Under the pear tree, the Queen of Heaven turned around, and light condensed on the fingertips of the Father God. In an instant, the whole tree of pear blossoms behind the Queen of Heaven bloomed like white snow.

The Father God looked at her with a deep gaze and a tall and graceful figure.

She was standing under the tree full of pear blossoms, her face rosy and slightly tipsy, her hair fluttering in the wind, she was gentle yet elegant, dignified yet charming.

It's hard to see her true emotions.

"Rong Heng."

She pointed her hand at him in the air, as if trying to trace his outline with her fingertips.

"it's me."

Rong Heng agreed and walked slowly to her side. He raised his hand to touch her, but Feng Yuanchu dodged.

"The God who has become nothingness should not be here."

There was a strangeness and distance in her tone.

"If I don't come, you will become sworn brothers with your own daughter-in-law, right?"

Rong Heng ignored her alienation, pulled her into his arms, and smelled the pear fragrance on her body.

I just felt like even my nerves relaxed.

Feng Yuanchu, who was held in Rong Heng's arms, was too lazy to struggle.

She has lost the expectations and love she once had for Rong Heng.

"By then, Rong Jue will come even faster than you."

She couldn't control her heart. She liked Rong Heng, and as a result, she didn't love Rong Jue much.

"Ajue is here? Did he come to greet you?"

Rong Heng tucked the loose hair on her forehead behind her ears and asked Feng Yuanchu in a hoarse voice.

“He can’t even hide from me, so how can he come to pay his respects?

Isn't this what you like most, Your Majesty the Father?"

He asked knowingly. Even if she was also responsible for the situation that had come to this point between mother and son, could it be that Rong Heng was innocent?

Does he dare to say that he didn't interfere?

Obviously Rong Heng didn't dare to say that he had not intervened.

Rong Jue has stayed with Rong Heng since he was a child. At that time, Rong Heng did not allow Rong Jue to see Feng Yuanchu.

Little Rong Jue was afraid of his majestic father and was sad that his mother was estranged from him.

Only Jiang Wan, the legendary concubine of the Father God, treated him kindly.

However, Rong Jue could still tell that Jiang Wan's kindness contained some calculation and some sincerity.

"Yuan Chu, Wan Wan has already paid for what happened with her life, what else do you want?"

Wanwan?

"Heh." Feng Yuanchu sneered, "It's just a demon who doesn't know his place. So what if he loses his life?

She owes me, and even if I slaughter her entire clan, she still can't repay me."

"And you."

Feng Yuanchu changed the subject and pointed at Rong Heng with his fingertips.

"You are her accomplice."

If there was no other way, Feng Yuanchu would have wanted Rong Heng to use his life to repay the lives of her father and brother, as well as her unborn child.

Her father, brother, and even her child died because of Jiang Wan. Three lives in total.

Jiang Wan just saved her life, does she really think she can pay it off so easily?

"Feng Yuanchu, calm down."

Rong Heng's face also darkened, but no one knew what he was unhappy about.

Is he angry that she scolded Jiang Wan?

Feng Yuanchu used all his strength and slapped Rong Heng hard on the left cheek.

Rong Heng's face was slapped to the side, and a burning pain burned on his left cheek.

"Go away. Just go away now. Maybe I can calm down a little."

Seeing Rong Heng's face made her feel almost nauseous.

"Feng Yuanchu, I miss you!"

Rong Heng didn't use his divine power to soothe the pain. He just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The subordinate held Feng Yuanchu's hand and pressed harder.

As if he was extremely afraid that she would break free.

In fact, if Rong Heng did not agree, it would rely on Rong Heng's cultivation.

There was no way Feng Yuanchu could hurt him at all.

It was like hearing the funniest joke in the world.

Feng Yuanchu laughed without caring about his image.

"Miss me? Are you missing me or your Wanwan?"

Tonight seems to be Jiang Wan’s death anniversary.

Rong Heng was quite strange. He had missed her earlier or later, but he missed her on this day.

How much is true and how much is false, Feng Yuanchu finds it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.