The queen concubine please

Chapter 303 Dushi: Ming, you wouldn't treat me like that
"I decided to choose a day to visit the church and get married. At that time, I will invite some people from the world. I think Situ Mo has already been looking for news about you. If he knows that you are the wife of the leader of Li Meijiao, what kind of expression will he have?"

Xuanyuan Ming finally announced his plan.

Ling Feishuang was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes indifferently, and quietly looked at the extraordinary palace.

Even more gorgeous than Prince Mo's Mansion, this Xuanyuanming still seems to have a certain strength.

Every word was like a stone sinking into the sea, Xuanyuan Ming finally got a little impatient, strode to her side, clamped her chin tightly, his eyes were full of anger.

Ling Feishuang was about to raise his hand to fight back, but found that it was so difficult for him to even raise his hand, as if his tendons had been severed, making him a cripple.

"It seems that you don't care about anything, getting married can't change your color, so what about the bridal chamber?"

He moved closer to her, and said in an extremely evil way, with the other hand across her waist, pressing her tightly against his body.

Ling Feishuang raised her eyebrows slightly, how could she not care about the bridal chamber, even though this body belonged to Ouyang Qingqing, but now it is her.

She tried it, and now she is equivalent to a disabled person, who can't do anything except walk. Ling Feishuang is not a fool, so naturally she won't provoke him again at this time.

She has a backbone, but when necessary, she will endure.

"Ming, you wouldn't treat me that way." Her eyes were still condensed, but there was a little bitterness on her face.

Xuanyuan Ming was slightly stunned, and the little bit of evil spirit was gradually weakened. He moved away his hand on her chin, and hugged her into his arms.

"Qingqing, I can believe it, do you think of me a little bit? How long has it been since you called me that? Will you always call me that in the future?"

Ling Feishuang was stuffed in his arms, and after a long time, she nodded indistinctly, but the hands hanging by her sides were tightly clenched together, unable to use any strength, but her nails were also dug into the palms.

What is judging the situation? Sometimes, she would rather she didn't understand these things, but how could she not understand? After so many missions, she had already learned how to endure the inconvenience.

(End of this chapter)