Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Song Shiyun was very familiar with that hand.

Sure enough, when his body stabilized and his vision returned to clarity, Nan Qiao's face appeared in front of him.

"Your Highness..." Song Shiyun's Adam's apple rolled and he suppressed the shock in his heart, "Why are you here?"

"If I don't come here again, the next time I see the Prime Minister, I guess it will be at the Prime Minister's wedding banquet, right?"

"When the time comes, will I also want to say congratulations to the Prime Minister?"

Nan Qiao's voice was quite calm, his eyes were cold, and there was no obvious anger, but Song Shiyun felt terrified in his heart.

He had never seen Nan Qiao angry, but somehow, he knew that Nan Qiao must be angry.

Song Shiyun felt inexplicably guilty, just like a husband who had been caught by his wife, but in fact, they seemed to have nothing to do with each other.

He forced a smile and explained:

"Your Highness is joking. I have no intention of starting a family for the time being. I'm afraid Your Highness won't have this opportunity in a while."

Song Shiyun said, but his eyes were wandering, not looking into Nan Qiao's eyes.

"is it?"

Nan Qiao twitched the corners of his lips, smiled, and let go of Song Shiyun's hand.

Sudden--

"Bang!" The body collided with the wooden inner wall of the carriage, making a muffled sound.

The boy guarding outside the carriage was startled by the sudden sound and thought something had happened to the people inside.

"Your Majesty Prime Minister, Your Highness the Princess, what's wrong? What happened?"

The waiter's greeting came from outside.

"It's okay. I accidentally knocked over the teapot. You don't have to worry about it."

There was silence outside and no more questions were asked.

The scene inside was not peaceful.

Nan Qiao grabbed Song Shiyun's neck and pushed him against the wall of the carriage without restraining his strength. The sound just now was naturally caused by this.

"Cough...cough...Your Highness..."

The feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed Song Shiyun, and instinctively, he broke off Nan Qiao's hand.

Song Shiyun didn't use much force, but fortunately, Nan Qiao didn't really want to strangle him to death, it was just for a moment, and he immediately relaxed his strength, just resting on his neck weakly.

The feeling of lack of oxygen was not pleasant, and I don't know what Nan Qiao did, but in the blink of an eye, Song Shiyun's head became a little dizzy.

"Since the Prime Minister has no plans to start a family, why not let me guess what the Prime Minister is doing for taking this step?"

Nan Qiao lay down next to Song Shiyun's ear and breathed out like a orchid.

"The Prime Minister is very thoughtful, and after only spending less than a month together, I can tell that I don't like my things to be touched by others."

"Then, if the Prime Minister wants to get rid of me and get married, it is indeed a good way."

"Your Highness!" Song Shiyun screamed.

"Eh-" Nan Qiao made a gesture of silence, "Now is the time for me to speak. It's better for the Prime Minister to shut up."

Song Shiyun stopped talking, but his hands on his side were trembling.

"But although this method is good and simple, it is not wise."

"There is nothing wrong with me, but I will definitely be angry. When I am angry, the Prime Minister should not be able to predict what I will do. For example, I will operate on the Prime Minister's family or something like that -"

Song Shiyun opened his eyes wide and was about to speak again. Nan Qiao glanced at him lightly, but ultimately said nothing.

"This is a risky move. The Prime Minister probably didn't intend to use it at the beginning, right?" Nan Qiao tilted his head and rubbed his chin twice with his fingers, as if he was really thinking.

"Otherwise, if the Prime Minister intends to let Father know what happened between us, wouldn't it be in vain?"

Song Shiyun's heart trembled again.

"But what prompted the Prime Minister to change his mind?" That made him take this step.

"Let me think about it—" Nan Qiao protracted his tone.

"Ah! There is!"

Nan Qiao patted Song Shiyun on the shoulder, showing a surprised look.

"After thinking about it, it seems that nothing special happened on the day when the Prime Minister's attitude changed. It was just that the Prime Minister met Hoshino."

At this point, Nan Qiao laughed out loud, then instantly stopped smiling and looked straight into Song Shiyun's eyes.

"Master Prime Minister, are you jealous?"

"Ok?"