The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

"My lord, why don't you talk? You can't be pretending to be someone else, right? The real Zong Zhenghao, how can he be so easy to talk, he is a pig, or a pig with arrogance"

Murong Li's shoulders kept trembling, and she covered her mouth with her hands. He was really about to break his skills. Ning'er was really too smart. She used both straight and roundabouts to scold Zong Zhenghao.look
She actually called herself a pig, and even called herself stupid, good, good, Feng Qining, just as Zong Zhenghao stretched out his hand, he immediately retracted it, this small movement, although in the dark, Feng Qining still looked at it. Be clear, because night and day are the same to her.

The person in front of him is indeed Zong Zhenghao, Feng Qining is 100% sure, but why is he so easy to talk to?I provoked him so much, but he didn't do anything?Feng Qining rolled her eyes.

Isn't he trying to use himself?An idea came to Feng Qining's mind, if that was the case, Zong Zhenghao would be too despicable, but if it was the former Feng Qining, it was very likely that he would fall into his trap. [

"Whether this king is pretended by someone else, Ning'er can verify it."

Zong Zhenghao possessed his body and pressed it against Feng Qining's ear. With such a distance, the person in the dark place was not calm again.

Murong Li swears that he hates Zong Zhenghao even more than before, he hates him so much that he wants to kill him immediately, he has this urge now.

Hold back, hold back, if you can't bear it, you will make trouble, Murong Li kept telling herself in her heart that as long as he doesn't make any big moves, he can endure it.

"I'm sorry, whether you're real or fake, I'm not interested. If there's nothing else, the door is over there. Please get out. If you can't get out, I don't mind helping you."

"Does Ning'er have to treat me like this? This king knows that Ning'er hates me."

"My lord is right, I really hate you, I wish I could kill you immediately"

There was hatred in Feng Qining's eyes, and the charming eyes had a black color that did not belong to them. The blackness was so pure that it was like a whirlpool, trying to suck Zong Zhenghao's soul into it.

Zong Zhenghao was overjoyed, and if there was hatred, it meant that she still had love. She must still be thinking about herself, which made Zong Zhenghao's heart beat with joy.

"Ning'er, I know that the way I treated you before was really too much. I promise that I will only treat you well in the future, and I will never look at other women again."