Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

Meng Wanqi saw him so frank, but he didn't know what to do. There is always a sense of guilt in my heart. His Majesty King cares so much about her, and she still takes him for a drug test! Unable to stand the condemnation of his conscience, Meng Haoqi hurriedly said: "It's much better. Your Majesty's official business is busy, then I will go!"

Sheng Jiayan arranged his cuffs and said slowly: "Now it has passed three shifts, and the gate of Youdu has been closed. You can't go back to the dead city."

You are the imperial city where the king is located, and are closed regularly according to the time of the sun, and the subordinates such as Meng Qiqi live in the vain city outside the Youdu.

Meng Haoqi looked at Sheng Jiayan's eyebrows as if she were cast in ice and snow. She felt strange, why she felt a jump in her heart when she looked at Sheng Jiayan! ?

Sheng Jiayan saw that Meng Haoqi was dumbfounded, and turned to take a brand new silk quilt from the cabinet and put it on the bed. He said, "So you will be here tonight."

Hearing this, Meng Eqi was awake like a dream, and it seemed that she could not come back tonight.

"What!?" she shouted: "The token is in your hand, you won't get it if you open the door! Is the door of Yudu open and closed, isn't it the matter of your next sentence!"

Sheng Jiayan looked directly at her, her eyes didn't evade the slightest: "This king doesn't care to lose the token."

Meng Yuqi opened his eyes wide, it was unbelievable, and Sheng Jiayan would throw things away! ?

"It doesn't matter, the guards who guard the city know me, I'll brush my face!" Meng Eqi thought, still thinking, if the guards refused to let her, she would fight back to the city in vain.

"Shoucheng soldiers Bai Rijing are loyal and responsible, but how can you disturb their rare rest time at night?"

It’s so reasonable that I can’t refute...

"Then... good." Meng Eqi also had no choice: "Then I sleep here, where does your majesty sleep?"

Sheng Jiayan pointed to a bamboo couch opposite the bed.

Meng Wanqi didn't know which rib was wrong. He glanced at the bamboo couch and frowned, "Oh, there's nothing on this bamboo couch, it's cold and hard, won't you catch a cold night?"

In fact, she intended to ridiculously sneer at the downhole. After hearing her words, Sheng Jiayan nodded thoughtfully, and then said, "Since you are like that, this king is also welcome."

"What!?"

Until Sheng Jiayan turned over the bed, Meng Eqi was still stunned with his mouth open. He poured himself out, his robe, shoes and socks off, and got into another bed. He looked sideways and looked at her: "Aren't you sleeping?"

How can I sleep like this? There are ghosts tonight!

Meng Mengqi finally responded a little: "The pillow is too high, I may not get used to sleeping. I still go to sleep on a bamboo couch..."

As soon as her words fell, the bamboo couch split into two.

"..." Is there such a coincidence?

Sheng Jiayan stretched his long arms in front of Meng Eqi in the face of a dead man: "It seems that there is no choice but to sleep with this king. The pillow is not enough, just pillow this."

——I always feel that something is not right.

Meng Wanqi shivered and climbed onto the bed. She dared not meet Sheng Jiayan's eyes. She lay on her back to Sheng Jiayan, and her chest was beating like thunder.

Meng Xuqi quickly held his heart, what the hell! Why are you still a heartbeat when you are a ghost!

Fortunately, Sheng Jiayan seemed to be sleeping fast and stayed together overnight.