"Finally...it's time to collect vegetables!" Xiao Fan sighed.

"Hmm?" Huamei looked at him in confusion.

Xiao Fan smiled but said nothing. This cabbage has been planted for four years and can finally be purified. How pleasing to the eye...

Huamei Yingying stood up and handed the wine in her hand to Xiao Fan's mouth. There were two fogs in her pretty eyes. In the hazy mist, the gentle smile on Xiao Fan's face became clearer and clearer, just like the warm sun that had been projected into the small restaurant in Jiangpu back then, melting the ice and snow that had been deposited for many years.

This man who gave her life and gave her deep love, tonight, finally belonged to him completely without any reservation.

Seeing Xiao Fan drinking wine, Huamei stood up and turned around and walked, just like a willow shaking flower and shedding Chuyan.

Beside the pink tent and red bed, the thrush quietly took off the red wedding robe with a happy smile. The smile under the candlelight was like a flower blooming, and the holiness was like a devout believer devoting himself to faith.

The breeze entered the room, and the skin of the frost and snow was filled with playful bumps, as if the elves were dancing happily...

"Honey, come quickly." The thrush waved. The young girl who used to be young was now full of mature and charming charm, which touched Xiao Fan's heart.

Xiao Fan is a man, a normal man...

Put down the pink tent, cover the bed with infinite spring scenery, the moon is bright outside, the stars are sparse, the spring tent moves and the mountain is shaking...

The moans and gasps intertwined into a cheerful ode, sometimes low and sometimes high.

In the end of passion, the snow-white and slender legs of the thrush suddenly clamped Xiao Fan's bee waist tightly, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Honey..."

"Um?"

"Be my child's father!"

“…………”

Xiao Fan leaked it out...

The next day, Jiang Du felt uncomfortable and vomited whatever he had eaten. Xiao Fan was very anxious and quickly invited the imperial physician in the palace to take his pulse.

The imperial doctor bowed to Xiao Fan with a happy face.

"Congratulations to the Duke of the State, congratulations to the Duke of the State, Your Highness is happy!"

Xiao Fan was stunned, but he didn't come back to his senses at that time: "Is there any joy? What does it mean?"

"It means that His Highness the Princess is pregnant..."

Xiao Fan continued to be dementia: "Are you pregnant?...Who's?"

Bang!

Jiang Du, who was always gentle and virtuous, could no longer help but kicked Xiao Fan with shame and joy.

The eyebrows covered her little mouth and laughed, but her slender hands unconsciously stroked her belly, looking happy, and she was so sensual.

——Xiao Fan finally knew why the most important part of Painting Thrush’s passion last night had shouted that sentence.
Chapter completed!