Chapter 1795 It's Just His Disguise?

Chapter 216 It's just his disguise?

"What?" Mo Shanghua didn't hear clearly, so she couldn't help getting closer.

Unexpectedly, Yan Beicheng moved back instead, and turned around with a black face.

Mo Shanghua put the candlestick on the small table with an inexplicable expression on her face. Just as she was going to sit on the other side, Yan Beicheng grabbed her wrist and dragged her to sit down in front of her.

Mo Shanghua frowned slightly, turned around, and said, "Yan Beicheng, what are you playing?"

Yan Beicheng grabbed her wrist before he let go, stared at her for a long time, and then said coyly: "Did you take off Brother Huang's clothes when you were healing him?"

Mo Shanghua nodded, not feeling anything wrong, "Yes."

Seeing her expression like this, Yan Beicheng's complexion suddenly became darker and uglier, "There is a difference between men and women. When you took off his clothes, didn't you feel anything wrong?"

Moshang Hualiu frowned even tighter, not quite understanding what Yan Beicheng could be angry about, "Although men and women are different, I am a doctor, and in the eyes of a doctor, men and women are the same, let alone because he is a prince." It makes no difference."

Her thoughts came from modern times, so she naturally didn't feel him, so she said what came to her mind.

Yan Beicheng seemed to be choked by Mo Shanghua's words, and he reorganized his words after a while, "This king can't control so much, you are my princess, so you can't look at the body of any man except this king. "

"I can't stop seeing a doctor because of this, Yan Beicheng, you are too childish." Mo Shanghua pulled out her wrist, completely disapproving of Yan Beicheng's behavior.

Yan Beicheng looked at his empty palm, and a few tyrannical looks flashed in the depths of his eyes, but it was not for Mo Shanghua.

He was just very angry, why didn't he just use the blood-sealed throat poison at that time, and no matter what impact Yan Moli's death would have on their plan, just kill him recklessly.

After subsiding for a long time, he barely suppressed the tyranny in his eyes, flattened his mouth like a child, and said in a tone of grievance, "But, you haven't even seen this king's body, how can you see it? other's."

Is there such a reason?

Mo Shanghua's frowning brows relaxed, and she couldn't help but smile, "Yan Beicheng, why are you so childish."

Even though he said so, there was no displeasure in his eyes, but a smile on the contrary.

In fact, she was even more curious. Is the cold-blooded and ruthless man in the cloak the same person as the willful, playful and childish man in front of him?

Or maybe, he was like this in the first place? Or is it all just his disguise?

While thinking about it, Yan Beicheng suddenly leaned towards her, and while pawing at his neckline like a hooligan, he said: "My king's chest is not feeling well, and he should be injured too. Since the princess can show it to others, I can't help it." It should also be shown to this king, Ye Haosheng."

He didn't care about it so much, and with a random twitch, a large piece of spring light burst out from the neckline, and the thick chest muscles in front of his chest were faintly revealed.

Obviously Yan Moli's figure was so good before, Mo Shanghua didn't feel anything special at that time, all he saw was an ordinary body.

But at this moment, Yan Beicheng's body in front of her made her inexplicably shy and embarrassed to look at it.

Yan Beicheng caught a glimpse of Mo Shanghua's reddish earlobes, and instead of calming down, he became even more annoyed, "You, you were like this when you saw him?"