Listening to their conversation, they were very familiar. Lu'er turned her head and looked at Prince Xuan's profile: under the scorching sun, he looked resolute and stylish, just like the sculptor's most proud work, perfect and impeccable.
And he is also the father of the child in her belly. Thinking of the child, Lu'er's face has a hint of happiness. Will he look like Prince Xuan?
The same beauty, the same moving?
"Lu'er, my husband is so charming? You can't bear to blink when you look at him?"
Prince Xuan turned his head and smiled softly at Lu'er, who blushed. Just now, she was in a nymphomaniac again, and she was caught by the handsome guy himself, so there was a hint of embarrassment on her face.
"That...this..."
I muttered for a long time, but couldn't say a complete sentence, and I blushed so embarrassed.
"My lord, if you bully a weak woman like this, I won't stop you..."
The warm voice flows in the ears like a clear spring, making people feel extremely comfortable listening to it!
Lu'er turned around and saw a woman who looked to be in her forties or fifty standing in the corridor not far away, smiling and looking at her lovingly.
"Mrs. Xu, she is my wife, how can I be willing to bully her?"
With his big hands holding Lu'er's thin shoulders, Prince Xuan smiled handsomely, which shocked the girls around Mrs. Xu. They were dumbfounded and could not close their mouths in surprise.
"Your wife? Why haven't I heard that Prince Xuan got married?"
The woman came over, looked at Luer with burning eyes, and asked gently:
"Are you Lu'er? I heard my father say it. But this real person is much cuter than what he said..."
Lu'er struggled for a few times before breaking free from King Xuan's clutches, and hurriedly smiled at Mrs. Xu:
"Hello, Mrs. Xu! I also heard from the prince that she is so beautiful!"