Quick Wear: Her waist is soft and kissable, the host falls in love with her at first sight

Yan Tinglan patted his head and said, "With me and your mother here, no one can take your things away."

"Now go wash up and get ready for bed, or you won't grow taller in the future."

"He just threatens me by saying that he won't grow taller." Yan Chengfeng turned around and muttered.

Yan Tinglan went to hug the person lying on the chaise longue, "Ali smells so good, have you washed up?"

"I have washed it, and you haven't washed it, so you are not allowed to hug me."

"Ali, take a bath with me." After saying that, he picked her up and walked towards the bathtub, kissing her as he walked.

When she reached the bath, she was left with only the clothes on her body.

He held her waist and stepped into the bathtub, continuing to kiss her lips, her collarbone, and heart, his big palm sliding down.

Zhu Fuli felt that the pool water tonight was so hot that her skin turned a slight pink.

The water in the pool was turbulent, and the rising mist made Yan Tinglan's eyes red and his face flushed as his breathing became hot.

The fair hand climbed up the edge of the bathtub, was grabbed back by a big hand and pressed against the chest, the pool water splashed the ground, and intermittent moans and heavy breathing could be heard in the dimness.

She collapsed onto his chest and he dried her off, carried her to the bed, and continued to kiss her.

She bit his shoulder, and he pinched her waist and kissed her behind her ear, "Ali, you don't have to bear it."

Being carried in a different direction, she bumped into his burning chest, with tears hanging on Zhu Fuli's eyelashes.

"When are you ready?"

He kissed her lips, his breath was surprisingly hot, and he said vaguely, "Hey, Ali, it's still early."

She shivered and looked up, feeling that the night was somewhat unbearable.

When Zhu Fuli was drowsy, she was woken up by him again. He didn't let her sleep well at all. When she finally fell asleep, Zhu Fuli looked through the window and vaguely saw the cool moonlight outside.

Yan Tinglan kissed the slightly red corners of her eyes, cleaned them and applied medicine to them, then held her in his arms and fell asleep.

The next day, Yan Tinglan came back from court and saw that she was still asleep, so he went to wake up Yan Chengfeng in the side hall.

"Fake..." After being woken up, Yan Chengfeng looked at him with sleepy eyes. His mind was still not awake, and he almost blurted out the name he called him in his heart.

"Fake?" Yan Tinglan leaned over to look at him, his eyes unclear.

"Father, why did you wake me up?" Yan Chengfeng swallowed and changed the subject.

"I'll take you to pay respects to your royal grandmother."

"Is the Queen Mother going too?" He did not ask further, and Yan Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, a man shouldn't be so clingy. Go wash up now, can you?"

"Okay." Yan Chengfeng climbed down from the bed.

After Yan Chengfeng finished washing up, Yan Tinglan picked him up, held him in his arms, and walked out with big strides.

His calves are short and he's slow, which delayed his return to accompany Ali.

When surrounded by the refreshing aura from him, Yan Chengfeng froze completely.

The fake father actually hugged him. Although the father was very good to him, he had never hugged him.

After all, there is a saying that goes "It is better to hold grandchildren than sons", and the royal family is just too particular.

Yan Tinglan glanced at him, put him down when they reached the entrance of Cining Palace, and gave him a light kick, "Walk on your own."

Then he walked in with his hands behind his back.

Yan Chengfeng rubbed his butt, and the shyness that had just risen in his heart was kicked away completely by him.

"Mother."

There were dark circles under the Queen Mother's eyes and her eyelids were a little swollen.

She glanced at him, then at Yan Chengfeng behind him, then looked left and right but couldn't see Zhu Fuli, so she couldn't help but ask, "Where's Fuli?"

"Resting." He said as he served the Queen Mother a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her.

The Queen Mother glanced at the scratches on the back of his hand. What else did she not understand? "Tell the Imperial Kitchen to make some more delicious food for Fu Li to nourish him."

I guess the battle was quite intense last night.

"Good morning, Grandmother Royal."

Yan Tinglan nodded, and asked Yan Chengfeng, who had walked to the table, to sit on a chair, and served him a bowl of porridge, "I'll send your eldest grandson here to amuse you."

The Queen Mother couldn't help but say, "Don't lift him like this all the time. What if a child this young gets hurt?"

"He's used to it. Boys are tough. It's okay."

Receiving the slightly threatening gaze from his fake father, Yan Chengfeng subconsciously smiled, "Grandmother, I'm really fine. My father just carried me here."

After accompanying the Queen Mother to finish breakfast, Yan Tinglan stood up and said, "Mother, the boy will stay here. He doesn't have to go to class today. You can take care of him. Just send him to Fengyi Palace before going to bed at noon."

"Or maybe you can't bear to let him go and leave him to sleep in the Cining Palace."

It would save me from crying for so long because of Yan Tingyuan.

"Okay, tell Fuli to come over to my place and talk to me when he's free."

"it is good."

After Yan Tinglan left the Cining Palace, he went to the imperial study to review the remaining memorials, and then returned to Fengyi Palace.

Looking at the sleeping profile of his beloved, Yan Tinglan took off his outer robe, got on the bed, held her in his arms, stared at her quietly, and couldn't help but kiss her.

His Ali is so pretty.

When Zhu Fuli opened his eyes, he met Yan Tinglan's stunning face and couldn't help but bite his cheek.

When she let go, Yan Tinglan kissed her, "If Ali is angry, bite her again."

Zhu Fuli glared at him and said, "Rub my waist, it's sore."

He seemed to never get tired, and all the feelings were carried away by him.

Yan Tinglan obediently placed his hands on her waist and began massaging it with skillful techniques.

Zhu Fuli closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them after a while, "My mother is back, should I go and pay my respects to her?"

"I've been there. A'li can go again tomorrow. Didn't you say you would take you out of the palace yesterday? I'll take you out this afternoon."

She grabbed his hand and kissed him on the lips.

"So this is how Ali expresses happiness." He chuckled.

"Don't you just like it?"

He kissed her back, "Yeah, I like it, I like it very much, I like it very much."

Zhu Fuli pushed his face away, "Keep rubbing, and kiss me less."

This would save me from getting angry again, and in the end it would be her who would be troubled.

My waist is sore and my lower abdomen is bloated. He is really exhausted.

After she called for a stop, Yan Tinglan sat beside her and had meals with her, and in the afternoon he took her to the Cining Palace to pick up Yan Chengfeng.

Even though the little brat is a bit of an eyesore, I can't go back on my word since I've promised him.

A simple carriage drove out of the palace gate. Zhu Fuli and Yan Chengfeng lifted a small corner of the carriage curtain and looked out, with almost the same expression.

Yan Tinglan's lips curled up slightly. If they had children, they would probably be very cute.

When they reached a less crowded place, Yan Tinglan carried Yan Chengfeng down and threw him to Zhang Yuanlu, "Watch out, buy him whatever he wants."

After saying this, he carried Zhu Fuli down and, holding her hand, walked into the crowd.

Yan Chengfeng glanced at Zhang Yuanlu and gritted his teeth, "Put me down, I will walk by myself."

No wonder the fake father agreed so readily, it turned out that he had no intention of taking him along for the trip.

Yan Tinglan took her hand and walked slowly in the market, asking her what she wanted to eat from time to time.

Zhu Fuli glanced at him and said, "You don't have to eat anything when you go shopping. You just want to walk among the crowd. If I want something, I'll speak up."

He squeezed her fingers, "Okay."

Today, the streets are crowded with people, bustling and full of the atmosphere of life.

After walking around, Yan Tinglan already had three or four things in his hands.

"Ali, do you want to eat outside or go back home?"

“We’ll eat outside.”

"Okay." He handed the food to the disguised secret guard behind him and led her towards the restaurant. "The salt-baked duck at Zui Xiang Ju tastes good. Would you like to try it, Ali?"

"Ah."

The two went upstairs and met a man in a dark blue robe. When he saw Zhu Fuli, his face was filled with joy.

"cousin!"

Yan Tinglan pulled the person into his arms and looked at him with cold eyes.