By decree and pro

Chapter 120

Usman whispered: "Yanyan, I'm not..."

"It's not what?" Yan stared at Usman and said, "You dare to kiss me without even saying hello, you know how to scare me?"

"Then just say hello?" Usman muttered softly.

"Ah."

"what?"

"Well, I'm jealous." Yan looked out the car window, his ears were red, "That Barnick, his eyes are almost glued to you."

"Then?" Usman approached and asked.

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would have greeted him with a fist first." Yan lowered his eyes, "When I came here earlier, I thought that although your face is as beautiful as the Seven Fairies, but you are a man after all, maybe you will be rejected It would be embarrassing if people see through it. Who knows those people

He really only looked at his face.It really pissed me off, I might as well be found out. "

"Yanyan..." Usman wrapped his arms around Yan's waist, "How can you be so cute!"

"Where am I cute? Can't you tell that I'm a violent person?" Yan lowered his head and said, "Obviously I'm here to talk about things, but I keep thinking about hitting people."

"That's why we are a couple. Didn't I also kiss you in front of the old city lord?" Usman smiled, resting his chin on Yan's shoulder, "I'm also the lord who can't hold back when he's jealous. Woolen cloth."

"You." Yan looked at Usman from the side, and said angrily, "Don't think that if you act like a baby to me, I won't care about you kissing me like that."

"Which way did I kiss you?" Usman put his arms on Yan's waist, "I don't understand."

"Come on! You're... this... and that, it's making my legs weak." If it weren't for Usman's arms around his waist, he wouldn't even be able to stand still.

"Yanyan..." Usman's thin lips almost touched Yan's earlobe, "This businessman is the most trustworthy, you owe me what you owe, why don't you pay it back tonight."

"I owe you..." Yancai wanted to ask, what do I owe you, when Usman nibbled on the pinna of his ear.

Yan instantly understood that he owed Usman a lot of kisses and hugs.

Yan froze in Usman's arms, and suddenly realized that they were not sleeping in a tent tonight.

"Flame?"

"Understood." Yan muttered softly, "It's still clean, it's convenient to owe more."

This made Usman amused.

It was almost daylight.

But there was still movement in this basement.

The bed board creaked because of the intense actions of the two of them, and Yan was very worried that the old bed legs would not be able to support them and would fall apart.

"What's the matter?" Usman stared at Yan straddling him, and asked with a smile, "Why hold back?"

Yan's face was so red that it could bleed.

"You know that the wall is very thick, and you can't hear it from outside, right?"

Yan glared at Usman.

"And Yanyan, your waist doesn't seem to be strong enough." Usman touched Yan's waist with his knuckle-boned hands, "Is it because you have no strength?"

"Bastard, shut up!" Yan couldn't bear it.

"Sure enough, I have no strength." Usman smiled, "Don't be afraid, my wife will love you."

As soon as the words fell, Usman hugged his waist enthusiastically.

What will happen tomorrow, Yan can't think about it. Usman's debt collection skills are first-rate, and a person like him who is "clear in his sleeves" really has nothing to do.

"Yanyan, seeing that you've been eating a lot lately, your waist seems to be a bit rounder." No one knows Yan's body better than Usman, and he pinches Yan's waist with one hand.

"...!" Yan didn't know how many times he had been turned upside down. At this moment, he was lying on the bed, with both hands pressing the head of the bed.

I don't have the energy to answer Usman, but I just feel that I am going to die, but that guy still refuses to let go. Is it true that I owe too much...

"... Next time, let's just renege on the debt." Yan thought in a chaotic way... In the end, he didn't even know when he lost consciousness.

The next day.

Kurdan sat anxiously in the kitchen.

It was already a quarter past noon, and the queen and the crow spirit warlock hadn't come out of the room yet. Knowing that they came back late from visiting the old city lord last night, it would be too strange to sleep until noon.

And in the early hours of the morning, he heard some strange noises, and he woke up Ilya, asking him to listen too, and felt that there was a lot of movement in the room opposite the door.

But Elijah gave him a blank stare, saying that he was doing nothing but messing around, and that he was suspicious all day long, so he turned over and went back to sleep after speaking.

Kurdan didn't have the guts to go to the opposite door to listen to the corner, so he could only sleep suspiciously.

Now that the queen is still getting up, Kurdan really can't sit still. They say that if you catch a rape, you have to catch a pair. If you don't catch someone, you can't tell even if you have a mouth full of them.

Kurdan thought for a while, and decided to take a risk. He pulled Ilya and said, "Follow me and ask the queen to get up. If you don't eat breakfast or lunch, you will be ill."

It's not that Ilya didn't hear the movement last night, but she just pretended not to know. It's rare for the queen and the king to have a tender opportunity, so it's normal that they can't wake up this morning.

So he and the owner borrowed the kitchen and cooked them a top-quality old hen. They all said that the hen soup improves the essence and nourishes the kidneys, and it is a nourishing meal.

"What's the use of you patronizing the stew, the queen hasn't even seen her shadow yet, so don't you worry about it? This lonely man is in the same room..." Kurdan stood by the stove, knocking on the side .

"What kind of lonely man, crow spirit warlocks don't touch 'meat', and the queen has a king, even if the two of them sleep on the same bed, they can't make a name for themselves."

"Ilya, you are still young, this queen is a young talent, she looks upright, everyone can see it, and no matter how strict the rules of the Priest Tower, Helian Uro is also an Angzang man, just afraid of them... "

"You can't spit out gold from your donkey's mouth. If you want to be known by the king, you won't peel your skin, but you will still talk about it. Hurry up and help me peel the sweet potato..."

"No, you have to come with me." Kurdan was not afraid of Ilya, he just took the spoon from his hand, dragged him to the cool basement.

Descending the creaking wooden stairs revealed three rooms, two facing each other and one at the end of a corridor.

At the end is the warehouse, and Helen Uro and the queen live in the first room down the stairs.

Kurdan subconsciously slowed down, intending to move closer to the door to listen to the movement. Ilya kept rolling her eyes and wanted to go back to make the soup, but Kurdan pulled her tightly and couldn't go away.

"You are so courageous..."

"Hush!" Kurdan hurriedly silenced Ilya. At this moment, the door with the old tree's scar opened with a "bang", which shocked them all!

The one who came out was Helian Uro. He was tall and big, looking at Kurdan and Ilya outside the door, like a lion staring at two lambs.

"This, this..." Kurdan couldn't help trembling his teeth, pulled Ilya beside him and said, "Ilya asked me to come, he wanted to see if you want to eat, the hen soup has been stewed. "

"What?" Ilya turned her head and was about to scold Kurdan for taking the blame for herself, but Helian Uro nodded and said, "The hen soup is good, prepare it and serve it to the queen."

Your Majesty had already spoken, Ilya had no choice but to hold back his anger, and was about to turn around and leave when Helian Uro said again, "Kurdan, go prepare the soup, and Ilya stay."

"Yes." Elijah nodded.

Kurdan didn't dare to stay longer, he was a person with a wicked heart but no guts. He was also caught by the officers and soldiers when he was selling stolen goods because he was afraid of words and did not do things neatly.

After Kurdan went upstairs, Usman said: "Go and invite a doctor, and ask for the best."

"Doctor?" Ilya became nervous when he heard this, "The queen is ill? How could it be?"

Because no matter how you look at it, Yan doesn't seem like a master who will get sick.As for the king, he will not be sick.

"He didn't, he's still asleep." Usman said softly.

"Why do you need a doctor if you're not sick?" Ilya was very confused.

"You just go and ask for it." Usman went back to the room after finishing speaking.

Ilya was left in shock, but since Your Majesty said it was all right, it should be all right.

Ilya turned around like an antelope, and ran up the stairs in three steps at a time. There was no delay in this matter, he had to go back quickly.

As soon as Ilya left, Yan woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Usman sitting beside him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Although he was wearing a sorcerer's black robe, the mask was removed and he didn't wear it.

Yan frowned, gave him a hard look, then turned over and fell asleep inside.

"Yanyan, are you okay?" Usman leaned down, touched his smooth shoulder, and pecked lightly.

"You're an afterthought...you'll kill a thousand swords!" Yan's eyes were so red that it was all caused by last night, and he said hoarsely, "If it wasn't for my good health and hard bones, I would have been smashed to pieces by you last night Already!"

"I, I..." Usman raised his eight-character eyebrows and said aggrievedly, "I couldn't control it. I've been holding it in for a while, and it's inevitable that I'll get in the way, but you, Yanyan... have been pestering me... Even if I want to go out and get you some water to drink, you won't let me."

It’s true, Usman was burned by Yu Huo, but Yan was not idle, kissing and hugging shoulders, but vigorously fanning the wind, this "fire raging", if it burns through the sky, it will be extinguished no.

Yan actually had nothing to refute, and it seemed unfair to push this matter that could not be slapped on Usman.

"Yanyan, you can rest today, I will take care of the outside affairs." Usman smiled flatteringly, and kneaded Yan's shoulders and arms to relax him.

"I used to..." Yan covered most of his face under the blanket, "It wasn't like this."

"Isn't that so?" Usman leaned closer and listened.

"Indulge in a drink at most, how can you be addicted to beauty..." Yan seemed to reflect on himself, "Let's not touch this thing that hurts the body in the future."

"Yanyan, that's wrong. Didn't Dayan say 'food and sex'? This is a very common thing, and it's normal for you to be greedy for my beauty." Usman said, "I'm not yours. Husband... Madame? You are not looking for flowers and asking willows outside."

Usman originally wanted to say that he was the husband, but in a hurry he said it was the wife.

Yan couldn't help showing his face from under the blanket, and looked back at Usman, with a belated look: "You are right. We are married, except for the big wedding ceremony. It’s all done, and they’re a real couple.”

"Yeah, so why do you mind this and that, the sex between husband and wife is normal." Usman nodded with a smile.

"Yeah." Yan nodded seriously, and sat up with the blanket off. For some reason, he sat with half of his hips sideways.

Usman brought a pillow and put it behind his waist. He felt much more comfortable and took a breath.

"The things outside, and some shopping, you need to worry more." Yan didn't forget the business, and was about to explain to Usman when the door knocked.