MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 32

The cool breeze blows through the pavilion, making the atmosphere particularly quiet.

When he said this, the young man's cheeks were flushed, and his tone was persistent, as if he had suffered some terrible grievances before, and today he wanted to vent all at once.

You Jin looked surprised: "Princess—"

Meng Huan took a deep breath: "Don't call me Princess, today, call me by my first name."

Inside and outside the words revealed the irritability of the word "Wangfei".

You Jin and the maid Feng Zhi met their gazes one after another, and did not stop to dissuade, but You Jin quietly backed away and walked towards Lin Bozhou's bedroom.

The reason why Meng Huan was in a bad mood couldn't be explained. He feels that he does not belong to this world of scheming, and has always been a hasty intruder, like a lamb intruding into a pack of wolves, and everyone in the pack is wearing sheep's clothing, making it hard for him to tell who is his real partner , when he tried his best to search, everyone took off their masks, and he suddenly discovered that they were all wolves.

Meng Huan was alone with a lamb, so he was prone to feeling confused.

If he lived in a small household in ancient times, relying on his own efforts to barely survive, and he was a marquis of the court, he would have to get in touch with people who influence the development of this world, and live with his head held high, especially when he is constantly tense. After that, the fatigue comes.

Meng Huan's forehead was pressed against the cold stone wall, and his eyelids seemed to be stained with wine.

He was intoxicated until he felt that someone lifted him up, put him on the shoulders, and then fell into a soft bedding.

"My lord."

"Get a basin of hot water, let's all go down."

"yes."

Meng Huan was trapped in the quilt, feeling something soft and warm brushing against his cheeks, with some faint fragrance, it was very comfortable to apply the heat to his face, when he was about to remove the veil after wiping his face, he raised his hand Hold it firmly.

The wrist holding the veil was thin and strong, he stopped, and saw Meng Huan glance like a puffer fish, from shallow breathing to suffocating heavy breathing, and immediately after, the entire veil was pasted to reveal his facial features.

"..."

The corners of Lin Bozhou's lips rose, as if it was amused.

He took off the veil, Meng Huan closed his eyes and looked eagerly: "Wipe again."

Lin Bozhou's legs were inconvenient, so he just sat on the edge of the bed, heard that the handkerchief had been put through the water again, and leaned closer to caress his eyebrows and eyes carefully.

The young man obviously cooled his face from drinking just now, and now he likes to apply something warmer. When he wiped his face, he tilted his head and gently rubbed against his palm like a kitten.

Waiting to be happy, showing a reddish nose tip, and red eyelids after drinking, looking like she just cried.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, threw the handkerchief back into the water and passed it again, then began to wipe his claws.

After he finished his work, he put the handkerchief back into the basin, and when he suddenly raised his head, he saw Meng Huan opened his eyes at some point, and those moist and shiny eyes were looking straight at him.

Lin Bozhou: "Huanhuan sober?"

Meng Huan shook his head solemnly, walked forward slowly, and breathed in front of him: "Did I drink?"

"..." Strong smell of wine.

Lin Bozhou raised his brows slightly due to the fumes, but before he could say anything, Meng Huan twitched his lips and muttered inexplicably: "I'm in a bad mood."

He hugged his hands, his lips puffed slightly, looking like a child angry.

Lin Bozhou briefly thought about what he saw today, and asked, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

"I'm not happy." With a slight cry.

Lin Bozhou's heart seemed to be scratched a bit, but he remained patient: "Why are you unhappy?"

Meng Huan seemed to think for a few seconds, and then said sullenly, "I'm in a bad mood."

Talk about wheels.

Lin Bozhou raised the corners of his lips inexplicably, and smiled again.

His wife's expressive skills have never been very good.

But if you say you are unhappy, you must be very unhappy. Lin Bozhou raised his hand and stroked his hair lightly, "Huanhuan can think about why he is unhappy, and say it out, if my husband can solve it for you, I will help you solve it. If you can't, Huanhuan sleeps and wakes up tomorrow morning. "

"oh."

Meng Huan scratched her hair, as if trying to think about the reason for her unhappiness.

But once the drink was over in his mind, everything became empty and white, and he couldn't think of anything, but he just remembered that he was in a bad mood, as if there was something empty.

Meng Huan pouted suddenly: "I can't remember."

The voice was crying.

Lin Bozhou gently pinched his chin with his fingers, stared at his deer eyes, and coaxed a child: "Sleep if you don't remember it, and tell your husband when you remember it, okay?"

But Meng Huan frowned, his expression became more sad, and he bit his lower lip desperately: "I can't remember, am I stupid?"

"..."

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes.

His wife seemed to have some psychological shadow and was hit.

Meng Huan's tone became more determined, and he nodded abruptly: "I remember—I'm not happy because I'm stupid."

He clenched the corner of the quilt tightly with his fingers, kicked it down vigorously, and let out a desperate "Wooah—"

"..."

It’s especially like when you get a difference in an exam, you no longer doubt that you didn’t work hard, but you really feel that your brain is not good enough, and your mentality directly collapses.

"Not stupid," Lin Bozhou passed his arm under his armpit, hugged him into his arms, and strangled the slender boy exuding enthusiasm. He inexplicably remembered that in the carriage, Meng Huan gently Kissed his eyelids, called the baby.

Lin Bozhou paused every word, "It's just that Huanhuan has been in the sun for a long time, but when it comes to darkness, his eyes haven't adapted yet."

Hearing these words, Meng Huan was still struggling violently in his arms, but suddenly became quiet.

Lin Bozhou smiled and said in a gentle voice, "As for my husband, I know the feeling of being uncomfortable when going from sunlight to darkness, so don't be sad, Huanhuan, my husband will lead you to walk well."

Meng Huan raised his head and looked straight at him.

Something in his heart calmed down, it was the first time he felt calm from the inside out after coming to this book for so long.

Meng Huan's eyes changed from dazed to clear. Looking at Lin Bozhou, he raised his hand and wiped his eye sockets: "Woooooo..."

The smile in Lin Bozhou's eyes deepened: "Huh?"

"I," some chaotic memories flashed in Meng Huan's mind, he could barely remember the sporadic things, he wanted to narrate calmly, but gradually became incoherent, "I, I am a bad person, I— "

I'm going to kill you-

Knowing what he wanted to say, Lin Bozhou put up a finger and blocked his lips; "Well, Huanhuan is a bad person, just now he patronized drinking and didn't come to comfort his husband when he heard that he had a headache. It's really bad."

Meng Huan stopped his movements and raised his head, with the sweet smell of alcohol in his breath.

He was a little dazed: "Does your head still hurt?"

Lin Bozhou: "A little bit."

Meng Huan raised his hand, and pressed two clean fingers on his temples.

He began to rub gently, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

I could feel the drunkenness and choking in his ending, so I was in a hurry, thinking about rubbing his acupuncture points.

The boy's **** were soft and cold, and the moment they touched the skin, Lin Bozhou's whole body started to feel like it was burning.

In fact, from childhood to now, Lin Bozhou has not been considered a good person to get along with. When he was still the eldest son, he had a gloomy and closed personality due to eye disease. The rich merchant's daughter that the princess had found for him happened to coincide with the month when his eye disease relapsed and he lost his sight.

Lin Bozhou is a very self-respecting person. If he is insulted once, he will not allow it a second time. As the king of the Middle Kingdom, Jinjian, the regent of the country, at first he was a puppet called by the cabinet, and he was used by the officials to restrain the eunuchs around the emperor. He took two years to overthrow the eunuchs, inserted all his contacts in the Twelfth Prison, and gained a firm foothold, before re-holding the fallen imperial power in the hands of Dazong's blood.

At that time, he had seen too much darkness and was busy all day long. He raised his eyes unknowingly, only to realize that it was very late.

When he met Meng Huan, he was like a dead tree meeting thunder, and the spring fire was fierce. For the first time, he felt the human touch other than when he was busy with official duties.

Also, the desire he had buried in his heart for many years.

Lin Bozhou is a normal man with a healthy body and mind. Occasionally, when he has desires, he takes cold water, blows cold wind, suppresses and restrains him. There are many people who hate him. He has high self-esteem, and he doesn't like to force others to like him.

Meng Huan was the first to dance around in front of him, especially that time in the carriage, Lin Bozhou realized that when Meng Huan removed the shell that protected him, the inner core that was peeled off was extremely soft. Let the city and fortress built in his heart turn into tides, out of control and surging.

Lin Bozhou gathered his hand on his forehead, pressed it against his shoulder, and slowly put him down on the bed: "Huanhuan, are you sleepy?"

Meng Huan was at a loss: "Not sleepy."

"Play with your husband for a while?"

Lin Bozhou's voice was low and hoarse.

Meng Huan was still a little confused, "What do you want to play?"

Lin Bozhou's kiss fell to his ear: "Kiss."

Meng Huan clenched his fingers tightly, making him let out a "baa~"

Lin Bozhou was funny, he unbuttoned his shirt with his fingers, and said in a seductive tone, "Huanhuan, play some couple games with your husband, okay?"

Meng Huan seemed to have guessed what he was going to do, her face blushed, and she pinched his fingers lightly, following him on the quilt.

Meng Huan also couldn't tell what he was doing. He was carried by Lin Bozhou, and he was drawn into the hot and humid gray fog. His whole body seemed to be steamed in a sauna room. It was hot, his bones were crisp, and his muscles were soft. .

Meng Huan was already dizzy after drinking alcohol.

Because he probably knew that this was Lin Bozhou and his husband, so he didn't want to resist, so he lay down.

But his feeling was not as clear as before, rather dull, as if he was in a dream.

He heard the sound of "Deng-deng-deng-".

It was an indescribable, hallucinatory sound, like a piece of wood pounding in a stone pot.

Meng Huan had been listening to this strange sound, feeling dizzy, unable to identify what it was, it was quite rhythmic, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, sometimes like a squall.

Until consciousness gradually becomes clear.

He let out an "ah" in his heart before he realized that it was the sound of Lin Bozhou inserting into his body.