Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 42
She had just noticed that Xiao Yanchu was also keeping drunk, but he was just keeping drinking the wine that was handed over to him.

Is it that painful?Want to get drunk that much?
Yin Qing's face slowly sank, "Your sense? Your sense is to want to get drunk!"

He understands his own body better than anyone else, and he doesn't drink much alcohol yet. Fortunately, he has learned to use alcohol to relieve his worries!
Should she reward him well?Or, send him to get drunk with that Xiao Yanchu?
"My lord, you are too lenient."

Mo Zicheng's words successfully blocked Yin Qing's next words.

It also quenched the anger in her heart, condensed into frost, and her body froze immediately.

There was a mocking smile on Yin Qing's lips, Mo Zicheng turned away from her awkwardly, so naturally he didn't see the mocking smile on her lips.

Her face was still as warm as jade, and she was looking up at the spring-like smile, but the smile on her lips was so obtrusive, "Then who does Wang Jun want to care about?"

Xiao Yanchu?

Yin Qing's voice full of sarcasm came, and Mo Zicheng's cold eyes flashed with surprise.

This is the second time she has spoken to him in such a tone.

Yes twice!

"That doesn't require your lord to intervene!"

Not to be outdone, Mo Zicheng returned, his eyes still looking at the scenery on both sides of the corridor.

The rockery is close to the rockery, and the bright flowers are tightly clustered together. The running water in the pond makes a ding-dong sound, which sounds very charming.

You don't need to look at the scenery to understand how beautiful it is.

Yin Qing's heart suddenly burst into a raging fire.

She was very upset that he always pointed the back of his head at him, that haughty look made her teeth itch.

disgusting...

"What are you doing...um..."

Looking at the magnified face in front of him, Mo Zicheng was still as gentle as jade.

She fixed his head with her hands, raised her head slightly, her lips pressed against his thin lips.

The white teeth touched the inside of his lower lip, and they rubbed together for a while.

Mo Zicheng was obviously stunned by the sudden attack, and stared at her blankly.

Suddenly, the weird feeling from before surged out again in his heart, which made him extremely disgusted.

There were also bursts of dizziness in my mind, and the alcohol began to take effect.

"boom."

Mo Zicheng looked coldly and angrily at Yin Qing who was pushed far away by him, and tightly held the jade flute with his fingers in his wide sleeves.

There were bursts of icy coldness rising from his body, so heart-stopping that it could freeze people into ice in an instant.

Turning around, he used light industry to fly out, the blue figure fell into the rockery in the distance, and then jumped to the side.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked back at her.

Yin Qing bowed her head and gave a wry smile, her body slowly fell to the ground along with the red lacquered railing.

His fingers caressed his lips, where his warmth still remained.

How could she do such a thing?Why did she suddenly treat him like this...

Now, he is afraid that he will never forgive her, right?

Everything that was done before has become empty.

Yin Qing leaned against the railing in despair, and sat down on the ground, her eyes dimmed.

"Clap clap."

There was a clap of applause, and immediately, a bright yellow tall figure stood in front of Yin Qing.

"Unexpectedly, this is a good show."

A pleasant, slightly deep and sexy male voice came, and Yin Qing looked up in a daze.

I saw Feng Jun, who had reached middle age but still looked good, stood in front of her, with a charming smile on his lips.

This face was once her nightmare.

It was this perfect face, with a gentle smile on his face, feeding that little love gu into the belly of her young and elegant father through the soup.

It's him, but now she doesn't have much confidence in bringing him down.

Yin Qing's face looked a little pale, but even though she was pale, it still didn't change her jade-like face.

Feng Jun was not annoyed by her non-response, he squatted down alone, and his slender fingers raised her chin.

Thin lips parted slightly, and the other hand stroked her face, eyes full of nostalgia, "You have more and more his shadow..."

She naturally knew who he was worthy of.

Yin Qing let him pick her chin, staring at his still unfading face, without saying a word.

The surrounding servants seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden, and there were only the two of them in the corridor.

It was silent, except for the faint sound of Feng Jun's black hair bundled with a golden crown brought by the slight breeze, the rest was only the sound of running water.

"Even the way he doesn't speak looks like him..."

There is still nostalgia in Feng Jun's eyes, and there is also a look of reluctance.

The smile that always hung on Yin Qing's gentle and jade-like face disappeared in an instant, and she looked at him coldly, "Don't Feng Jun find it extremely ironic when he said this?"

Even having such a look in her eyes made her feel ironic.

His love is extremely perverted, already crazy...

"Even with this expression, he looks very much like him."

As he spoke, Feng Jun leaned closer to the chime, his fingers still rubbing her face, bit by bit, like a treasure.

Yin Qing sat on the ground motionless, allowing him to approach her slowly.

(End of this chapter)