Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

"Just thinking about such a bad move, wanting to use me to threaten the Eighth Prince..." She added.

This kind of inference is also novel, but there is no place to refute it for a while.

Kazama Yueli was of course stunned.

Meng Hongchao also opened her eyes wide.

"What a novel inference! It's just - is my Eighth Prince the one who stopped for the sake of other people's friends?" [

A cold and magnetic voice suddenly came over.

Following the voice, a man in white casually walked in.

The jet-black hair flows down the shoulders, and the whole person is like an ink painting, elegant and refined, spotless.

His eyes were focused on Feng Lingyan's arm holding Feng Jianyueli.

Indifferently said: "Little rabbit, do you want to let go, or let me cut off his arm?"

Feng Lingyan didn't expect him to appear at this time, smiled dryly, and let go of his hand.

Touched his nose, originally wanted to play.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by him.

Feng Jianyueli's body froze, and she looked at Gong Yanmo coldly: "You want to cut my arm? Do you have the ability? Ah Yan, with me here, don't be afraid of him!"

He conveniently pulled Feng Lingyan behind him, in a habitual protective posture.

Gong Yanmo narrowed his eyes, his expression turned cold.

Feng Lingyan was rather embarrassed.

She originally wanted to play a small joke on Kazama Yueli and Meng Hongchao.

Now the atmosphere is getting more subtle.

Meng Hongchao turned the teacup in his hand, and something strange flashed in his dark eyes.

Meng Hongchao looked at this and then at that.

Suddenly blurted out: "Whose child does it belong to?"

This sentence has a shocking effect.

Gong Yanmo's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Feng Lingyan with a half-smile: "Ayan, who did you give my child to?"

Feng Lingyan smiled innocently and generously: "Yueli is the child's godfather, and I have already agreed."

Gong Yanmo nodded, and looked at Meng Hongchao: "Miss Meng understand now?"

Meng Hongchao breathed a sigh of relief, and finally felt relieved.

Gong Yanmo looked at Feng Lingyan again, Jun's face was light and calm: "Little rabbit, do you come here by yourself, or let me fight this brother Yueli now? I have no opinion, it's all up to you of."