Chapter 907: Serve WellQiao Wanyou then realized that what he said seemed to imply that she was concerned about his behavior. He also realized that she had just come back from outside and heard about his relationship with Ling. I just stopped talking. Long Yi pressed his lips to the corner of her lips: "Say it." He wants to hear it. I always feel that she is jealous. "How is this king with her?" "How do I know what you are like?" Qiao Wanyou said with a smile, "It's just a matter of men and women." "Ah." Long Yi sneered. Qiao Wanyou continued: "Isn't it? I have already given birth to three children."

I am no longer a girl, there is nothing I can’t say. After a slight pause, she continued, "And you have even more children, so many that you probably don't even know what each of them is called." After being ridiculed by her, Long Yi kissed her again and asked. Strong and ruthless. Her lips felt painful, and most importantly, the man's hand reached out to her chest, which immediately made Qiao Wanyou want to vomit. She groped and suddenly found the lamp on the bedside. He picked it up and smashed it on Long Yi's head. Bang. Blood immediately flowed from Long Yi's head. Blood dripped onto Qiao Wanyou's face. She was startled and reached out to touch it. It was wet, hot and sticky, and the smell of blood filled the air instantly. She panicked: "My lord, my lord..." Long Yi sat up and covered the painful area: "You are great." Qiao Wanyou pressed his wound with the weak light sense: "I'm sorry, I didn't know I could hit him so hard." Seeing that her worried expression did not seem fake, Long Yi sighed: "Forget it, you can go back to Mingzhu Garden." "Hurry up and call the palace doctor." Qiao Wanyou said anxiously, "Prince, please call someone to treat him quickly." The voice was urgent and panicky. The reason she panicked was that she couldn't see and didn't know how hard she had hit him. Long Yi grabbed her hand and comforted her gently, "No need to call the palace doctor." "Why not invite?"

She took out a handkerchief and groped to press the wound on his head. "If we call the court doctor, my mother will know that it was you who broke my head, and then she will punish you." Long Yi pinched Qiao Wanyou's shoulders. I want to say that I miss you till now, why can’t you feel it? The words on his lips turned into: "You should go back to Mingzhu Garden. The problem with your head was caused by me accidentally hitting it. When you return to Mingzhu Garden, it won't be too late for me to call the palace doctor." Qiao Wanyou nodded, but lowered her voice: "My Lord, why are you doing this? I have already forgotten you." "You can remember our three children, why can't you remember their father?" As soon as he said this, Long Yi began to regret that he was too impatient. I've waited for more than ten years, so these few days won't make a difference. Seeing that she was silent, he said softly, "Go back to Mingzhu Garden, and don't tell anyone else about you hitting my head." "Oh." Qiao Wanyou responded. For fear that others might see the blood on her face and become suspicious, Long Yi personally wrung out a handkerchief and wiped her face. Qiao Wanyou sat there, feeling uncomfortable: "I'll do it myself." "You can't see it, and you can't wipe it clean." Long Yi said softly, "I will do it." "Okay." Qiao Wanyou responded. After wiping the blood off her face, Long Yi sent his confidant to send her back. A quarter of an hour after she left, he called the court doctor to come and check the wound on his head. The court doctor examined the wound, treated it carefully and applied medicine. "Your Highness's wound is on his scalp. It's not a problem if it's covered by hair. But how did he get hurt today?" "I bumped into it accidentally." Long Yi warned, "It's a small matter. Don't make it public." "Yes, I know." No one dared to mention Qiao Wanyou's return to Mingzhu Garden. She wanted to talk to her son and daughter-in-law about it, but then she thought that today was her daughter-in-law's birthday, so as a mother-in-law, she decided not to let them worry about this trivial matter. At this moment, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing were in the courtyard. The young couple were concentrating on calculating the shares of the gold and silver shop. Fu Ciyi said: "Just as your third brother said, mine will also be registered in your name." "No need, what's yours is yours, and what's mine is mine." Yan Funing insisted on using the amount of investment to calculate the percentage. Seeing that she insisted, Fu Ciyi just went along with her. After she put the contract away, he said, "You have received a lot of birthday gifts today, and you have everything else. I would like to give you a gift. I wonder if you will accept it?" Yan Funing smiled playfully: "What do you want to give?"

As she said this, she leaned over to look behind him, thinking that he had hidden something in advance and wanted to give her a surprise. Unexpectedly, there was nothing behind him. Fu Ciyi stood up and took out a brocade box from a drawer beside him: "This is not really a gift." Yan Funing opened it and took a look. It was a set of exquisite headwear. "It's really not a big gift. After all, we are going to open a gold and silver shop." "Yes, so I specially prepared another one for you. This gift can only be given by you." Yan Funing became curious: "What is it?" Fu Ciyi stood up, held the delicate girl in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "I myself." "You are already my husband, you belong to me, why are you giving it to me as a gift?" She didn't understand. The man smiled gently, with tenderness in his eyes: "Madam, don't you understand?" "What should I understand?" Yan Funing became more confused after hearing what he said. Who would have thought that he would lower his head and whisper in her ear again: "The gift must be delivered." Yan Funing finally reacted and hurriedly got out of his arms: "No, I'm not ready to have a baby yet." "I'll be gentler." Yan Funing was afraid instinctively, so she said frankly: "I am afraid of pain, you know it very well. There is one more thing. Now that we have moved to the palace, my mother was plotted against when she was pregnant with Nan Yao Bei Mo. If we get pregnant while living in the palace, the people who want to harm us will do something..." "I didn't think it through enough." Fu Ciyi kissed her on the top of her head. Yan Funing raised her eyes, her face slightly red: "Whatever my husband wants, if I can do it, I will naturally allow you. As long as you don't..." "Really?" The man was delighted to hear that. Seeing her nod shyly, he excitedly picked her up and carried her horizontally. "Are you that happy?" "There are many ways, but not just one." "Fu Ciyi, how do you know so much?" It made her want to bite him hard. The man carried her to the bathroom and said calmly, "Let's take a look at the sixteen illustrations and eighteen martial arts, as well as the book your mother gave you." He spoke in a serious manner, with a solemn expression on his face, as if he was about to study. "You want to roll over in the bathtub?" "Wash up first, then naturally look through the bed." "It's clearly my birthday." Yan Funing complained softly, "Why does it sound like you're asking me for a birthday gift?" The man said, "Husband and wife are one, inseparable."

"Oh, stop it." "Did my husband say something wrong? Or did Ningning think of something?" "I didn't!" She covered her face. The next moment, he took off her clothes. "Tonight, I have to serve my wife well. First, give her a thorough bath, and then give her a good massage. Only in this way can you enjoy your birthday to the fullest."