V2.Chapter 216

"What?" The flower on the stranger did not hear clearly, can not help but get closer.

I didn't expect that Yanbei city moved backward instead, turning around with a face of black composure.

On the stranger's face inexplicably put the candlestick on the small table, just to go to sit on the other side, he was Yanbei city a grasp of the wrist, pulled to his front to sit down.

The flower on the stranger frowned slightly, turned around and said, "yanbeicheng, what are you playing with?"

Yanbeicheng pulled her wrist and his hand was not released. After staring at her for a long time, he began to be coy: "did you take off your clothes when you were just treating your brother?"

The flower nodded on the stranger, and did not feel that there was something wrong with it, "yes."

Yan Beicheng see her so facial expression, immediately more and more black ugly, "men and women are different, when you take off his clothes, don't you think where is wrong?"

"Although men and women are different, but I am a doctor. In the eyes of doctors, men and women are the same, and not because he is the Prince there is no difference."

Her thoughts come from modern times. Naturally, she doesn't feel that she has him. She says what she thinks.

Yan Beicheng seemed to be choked by the stranger's words. After a long time, he reorganized his language. "I can't control so many things. You are my princess, so you can't see the body of any man except me."

"I can't stop seeing a doctor because of this. Yan Beicheng, you are too childish." Moshanghua took out his wrist and totally disagreed with Yan Beicheng's behavior.

Yan Beicheng looked at his empty palms and saw a few tyrannical looks in the bottom of his eyes. However, it was not from a stranger.

He was just very angry. Why didn't he use the poison to kill him directly at that time, and no matter what impact Yan Moli's death would have on their plans, just kill him recklessly.

After calming down for a long time, he managed to suppress the tyranny in his eyes. He flattened his mouth like a child, and his tone was actually a little aggrieved, "but you haven't even seen this king's body. How can you look at others?"

Is that the reason?

The eyebrow heart of Mo Shang Hua's tight frown stretches down, unexpectedly is some bitter smile can't, "Yan North City, how can you be so naive."

Although the words are so said, but the eyes are not half unhappy, but dyed a little smile.

In fact, she was more curious. The cold-blooded and heartless man in his cloak is not the same person as the wayward and childish man in front of him.

Or maybe he was? Or is it just his disguise?

Just thinking about it, Yan Beicheng suddenly came to her side. On the one hand, a rogue grabbed his own collar and said, "my king's chest is not comfortable. It should also be injured. Since the princess can show it to others, she should also show it to me."

He did not care about it. He pulled at random, and suddenly the spring light at the neckline suddenly burst out, and the thick chest muscles loomed in front of him.

Obviously, Yan Mo Li's figure was so good before. At that time, he didn't feel any special feeling at that time. There was only an ordinary body in his eyes.

But at the moment, Yan Beicheng's body, but let her inexplicable a burst of shyness, actually embarrassed to see.

Yan Beicheng caught a glimpse of the red earlobe of the flower on the stranger. Instead of calming down, he became more angry. "You, when you see him, do you have this?"