The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

Chapter 859 – Nervousness, Jing Tian Jue

Jing Tian Jue then looked at the little girl in front of him, who was frantically putting on her clothes. In a few steps, he walked in front of Su Tan’Er and whispered in her ear, “My clothes were wrong. I will help you. ”

Su Yan’er was shocked, her clear eyes staring at the charming man in front of her. Instinctively, he folded his arms across his chest to prevent himself from being noticed by the man in front of him.

In the end, Jing Tian Jue picked up Su Tan’er, “Ah!” A loud scream rang out.

Instantly, the sound disappeared. Their cold lips met once again. Su Tan’er’s eyes were wide open as she stared at that handsome face in front of her, her heart was beating rapidly. She could even hear her own powerful heartbeat.

She tried to struggle free from Jing Tian Jue, but the more she resisted, the tighter she was held. The corner of Jing Tian Jue’s mouth lifted into a pretty smile as he carried Su Tan’er to the bed in his room.

Su Tan’er looked at her beautiful profile and her tone became much softer than before. “Prince, let this subject and her daughter down. This subject can leave by herself. ”

A profound look flashed through Jing Tian Jue’s eyes as he smiled at Su Tan’er: “Let go of you, I won’t let you go!”

After saying that, he continued, “Be yourself. No matter what goal you have in getting close to I, I is willing to be used by you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qian’er abruptly pulled Jing Tian Jue away, and her voice became much colder:

“You know what I’m going to do?”

“I don’t know.” I only knows you better than you do! Su Tan’er. Do you know that when you lie, your earlobes turn red? ”

Su Tan’er’s heart tightened and she instantly maintained a certain distance from Jing Tian Jue.

Jing Tian Jue walked to the side of the bed and sat down, “If there is anything that you need, I can help you. There’s no harm in using I, I only has one request. ”

After saying that, his pair of deep eyes turned serious.

When she met with Su Tan’er’s gaze, she was so frightened that her heart palpitated. He blankly looked at Jing Tian Jue. Very quickly, Jing Tian Jue’s low voice entered his ears, “Don’t lie to your own heart.”

Deceiving his own heart?

With these words covering Su Yan’er’s mind, she seriously thought about the meaning of these words.

Her waist inexplicably tightened. Su Qian’er suddenly recovered and looked at Jing Tian Jue, “Prince, you’ve ridiculed me. I don’t know what else to say.”

“I is not joking with you! Every single word I says to you is true! “Honolulu!”

“Your highness, your servant is not familiar with you to the point that you can address me as your daughter, Tan’er.”

Jing Tian Jue pursed his lips and smiled, “If I calls you, you can choose not to answer.”

Su Qian’er looked up at the sky, speechless.

Could she not answer? When he thought about how his poor little brother had been threatened by his master and trapped in Mount Pan, he couldn’t help but feel extremely anxious.

He ignored Jing Tian Jue and went straight to the bed. Pulling up the blanket, he wrapped his body with it. Jing Tian Jue no longer joked with her and a letter suddenly appeared in his hand. Seeing that the letter looked familiar, Su Qian’er wanted to go and take it away, but Jing Tian Jue placed the letter back in its place.

Su Tan’er sternly asked, “Prince, what do you mean by this?”

“Is what I said true? You ordered people to send hearts to Prince Jing’s Manor, is it really because of you, who just returned from the outside, and not because you miss him? So that’s why he used this method to signal I to come and find you? ”

“This subject does not dare. He sent someone to send a letter over. It was indeed this subject’s daughter who was worried that the Prince would be punished and Prime Minister Su would be punished for Miss Lan’s matter. “That’s why …”

The following words, even without Jing Tian Jue, Su Tan’er understood.

A light flashed across Jing Tian Jue’s eyes, “Then can sandalwood tell I, who told you that I and Lan Mei’er were childhood friends?”

Su Yan’er’s back tensed, “This …”

How should she explain? This man was too meticulous.