The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

She fumbled with the belt for a long time but couldn't untie it, and she gradually became annoyed.

Wen Mohan wiped the corner of his mouth and said hurriedly: "Stop, you are drunk, I will ask someone to take you back to the house to rest."

Jiang Mengli stamped her feet in anger, staggered over and fell into his arms and sat down, "Husband, can you help me get it open?"

She hooked her arms around his neck, shook him and asked, "Are you okay?"

Their cheeks were so close that they could feel each other's warmth and breath.

Jiang Mengli's red lips were rosy and she touched Wen Mohan's cheek intentionally or unintentionally, like a dragonfly touching the water.

"Untie it~ I'll show you... the battle robe..." Her head fell groggy on the man's shoulder, rubbing against him like a soft kitten.

The man's ears turned red, his Adam's apple rolled, and his breathing became heavier.

"You woman..." Wen Mohan's voice was hoarse. He pushed it away helplessly, but it wouldn't work. "You're just like a dog-skin plaster!"

Jiang Mengli sniffed his neck and smiled, "Smells good..."

As she spoke, she opened her mouth and bit it, her tongue moving and her mouth sucking.

Wen Mohan felt as if he had received an electric shock, his whole body numb. He immediately closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After opening his eyes again, he said, "Yun Jian, come in and send her back to Lanxiang Garden."

As the words fell, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

When Yun Jian walked in and saw this scene, he paused for a moment and wanted to leave immediately.

"What are you standing there for?" Wen Mohan was a little impatient.

Yun Jian immediately obeyed the order and walked over, reaching out and hugging the person away.

At this moment, Jiang Mengli closed her eyes, put her arms around Yun Jian's neck, and rubbed her head against his neck.

Yun Jian froze, his face as red as a cooked crab. "Master... Master, not only did she hug my neck, she also rubbed against me."

Wen Mohan's face had already turned green, "Put it on my bed!"

"Yes!" Yun Jian felt relieved and couldn't wait to put it on the bed.

Soon after, the servants cleared away the dishes, and Wen Mohan took a bath and sat quietly in front of the bed, watching.

After looking at the bed and then at the soft couch, he finally decided to sleep on the bed since Jiang Mengli was already asleep anyway.

He lay on the outside, straight and rigid.

Not long after closing her eyes, Jiang Mengli turned over and put her legs on him, hugged his waist with both hands, and rested her head on his chest, as if she was holding a big rag doll.

Those hands were touching around dishonestly, and this time it was torture for Wen Mohan.

"Jiang Mengli, Jiang Mengli? Let go!"

Jiang Mengli was already fast asleep, so he patted her gently and continued to sleep.

The next day, at daybreak, she turned over in her quilt as she usually did when she was sleeping.

In the end times, I like to sleep with a doll in my arms. Now in this world, I like to sleep with a quilt between my legs.

When she tried to turn it over, she couldn't. Wen Mohan saw her closing her eyes and trying hard to turn it over, her face as dark as charcoal.

"Jiang Mengli! You want to play wrestling so early in the morning? You're just bullying me because I'm disabled, right?!"

Jiang Mengli: “???” She looked confused.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up, only to meet a pair of handsome eyes with dark circles under them.

Only then did I realize that the person in my arms was a human...

"So it's my husband..." She smiled awkwardly and reached out to pat his chest to comfort him, "I...I thought I was hugging a blanket, or a pillow."

Wen Mohan gritted his teeth and said, "Stop touching me, get out now."

Because of those dishonest hands, he couldn't sleep all night and his eyes were dark.

"Okay, no touching..." Jiang Mengli was confused.

Didn’t you want to get him drunk last night?

How did you end up being drunk?

I have no recollection of what happened afterwards.

As Jiang Mengli's thoughts drifted away, her hand suddenly touched something hard, and both of them looked at each other in shock.

She exclaimed in surprise: "Weapons...weapons...!"

"Ah... Jiang, Meng, Li!" Wen Mohan was already enduring with great difficulty, and now that he was touched by him, he was on the verge of collapse.

Then he turned over and pushed her down, kissing her eagerly.

The sudden scene made Jiang Mengli stunned, and his whole body stiffened.

Jiang Mengli was almost suffocating, her whole body felt weak, as if she had eaten a piece of candy, the more she ate, the more addicted she became, and she gradually began to respond...

Just when he was about to break through, Wen Mohan suddenly pulled away and said, "Get out. It's impossible for me and you to be together. You are not worthy of having my child."

The two men were breathing heavily and were sweating profusely.

Jiang Mengli knew what he meant. After all, she was the daughter of her enemy. She glanced sideways at his fair and broad back, and a flash of sadness flashed in her heart.

But that strange sour feeling was fleeting and could not be captured.

She retracted her gaze, smiled, and said, "It's confirmed that you are a straight man, not a homosexual. If one day I can find a man who is as handsome as you or more handsome, I will not have children with you."

Then he stood up, put on his clothes, got out of bed, and left the room without looking back.

She looked up at the slightly brightening sky and sighed, "The weather isn't very good today. It's affecting my mood."

After muttering to himself, he strode out of Ya Tingyuan.

Inside the house, Wen Mohan clenched his fists so tightly that veins popped out.

When Yun Jian came in, he saw that his hair was disheveled and he was naked. It turned out that the two of them had become husband and wife.

"Master, actually, it's not bad to turn the fake into real. Apart from her bit of noise, she's still pretty good..."

"No! Don't guess!" Wen Mohan interrupted him coldly, "From the moment she became Jiang Dingshan's daughter, we were destined to be impossible."

He put on his clothes, got on the wheelchair, and turned it directly to the inner bathhouse.

After Jiang Mengli returned to Lanxiangyuan, she never came out again, nor did she go to find Wen Mohan again. Neither of them asked about each other.

Soon it was Master Hong’s birthday.

Jiang Mengli prepared the more precious four treasures of the study, packed them in an exquisite box, and prepared them as a birthday gift.

Those who attended the birthday party were either rich or noble, but her new clothes were ruined by Cheng Jiaojiao, and she only had two sets of clothes to wear, so she chose a more decent light purple brocade dress.

When he was ready to leave the mansion, the guard at the door said that Wen Mohan had already left in a carriage.

Lingqiao was furious after hearing this. "What's wrong with the prince? He's been acting like someone owes him money these past two days. When I ran into him yesterday afternoon, he even glared at me."

Jiang Mengli just smiled calmly when he heard that. "It's okay. Let's walk. It's fine as long as we can catch up with dinner. If we go later, we won't have to deal with people."

Many dignitaries went to the Taifu Mansion, and carriages heading in the same direction could be seen along the way.

The master and servant were just taking a walk. If they saw something delicious on the street, they would buy it and eat while walking.

Jiang Mengli ate chestnuts and chatted with Lingqiao, "Wen Mohan is angry with me, so he doesn't like you. So if you see him during this period, please avoid him, otherwise..."

"A-Li." Suddenly a carriage stopped in front of her. Wen Jingyun stuck his head out and looked at her. "Why are you walking? Why don't you get in the carriage and go together? I'm going to the Taifu Mansion too."

Gentle, polite, and well-behaved.

This sudden change surprised Jiang Mengli.

The sun comes out in the west?