The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

King Yun's heart disease...

And the reaction of Mr. Xu and Mr. Rong today, isn't it a little too radical?

Especially Mr. Xu, she looked at his expression at that time, it was so ugly!

Lin Qingyin's heart was flustered for a moment, and she was deeply worried about Lin Qingran's destination.

As the object of Lin Qingyin's worries, she was glaring at Yun Zheng with a sullen face at the moment: "You insist on me getting into your carriage, what are you doing?"

Yun Zheng didn't answer her words, and took out a white porcelain bottle from the dark box of the carriage, then grabbed her tender hand, turned it over, and saw that the white fingertips had been torn, and there were shallow bloodshots. His eyes turned cold, and the other hand nimbly wiped some ointment from the porcelain bottle, and wiped it back and forth.

Lin Qingran was stiffened by his sudden movement, but she didn't avoid it, and let his warm fingers rub against her thumb.

She has always been ticklish, being rubbed by him so repeatedly, she felt a little wanting to laugh, but also felt soft and numb in her heart - it turned out that he asked her to get in the car to give her medicine.

Yun Zheng gave her the medicine, but he didn't take back his hand, and held her hand behind his back. Lin Qingran glared at this man, struggled a little, and wanted to pull his hand out, this man is really cheeky Very soon, not only did he not loosen it, but he held it even tighter, but he still put on a cold, noble, righteous look.

Shameless, thick-skinned!

Lin Qingran wanted to annoy him, but she couldn't utter the sarcastic words when she met his midnight-like eyes.

That's all, that's all, the relationship between them is just like what he said, I'm afraid that rumors about them will be flying all over the sky tomorrow, and it will be too late to draw a clear line at this time.

Besides, the affair between them is much more serious than this.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Qingran also had the idea of ​​breaking the jar, so she let him hold it.

She stopped at this end, but the one who got a bargain still refused to stop.

"You did a great job today!"

It is a pipa and a painting, this famous one, I am afraid that the title of Dongming's number one talented woman will be given to her, and even that one will be shocked.

Thinking of the words that the man called King Zhao away because of his illness, Yun Zheng's eyes darkened, deep and deep.

This is obviously a compliment, but when it comes out of his mouth, it always feels different. Lin Qingran just pretends that she didn't hear the meaning behind his words, so let's just take it as a compliment for now.

So he pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, King Yun, for your praise!"

She lost her temper, and with a cold face, she called him King Yun.

Lin Qingran, who was a bit squeamish and wayward, softened Yun Zheng's heart.

He is a young hero with a high position and authority. The people in front of him are either groveling or flattering. Who dares to be petty like her, so real and lively.

Only those who have something to rely on dare to act like this.

Xiaoran's mother was dead and her father was not close, and a grandmother who got into Fugui's eyes again, but still dared to be so angry with him, was just relying on her own heart for her.

She knows his heart, understands his feelings, and is pampered and loved for him. Is it in her heart that she has fallen in love with him and moved her heart just like him?

Yun Zheng's heart warmed up, and he raised his brows, his voice was tender and lingering like water, but his tone was slightly dissatisfied: "Phoenix wood can attract the resonance of plants and trees, just play a song at will, but I chose "" House of Flying Daggers, you don’t want this one anymore, do you? What kind of paintings are you making because you don’t like yourself enough, and you’re afraid that others don’t hate you enough?”