Dear Princess, Run Slowly

Three days later -

Yan Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were still mixed with thick blood. He was not surprised at his rebirth.

Su Qianyue sprinkled some medicine in the air before killing him.

As for why Su Qianyue did this, it is impossible for her to be inundated with Virgin Spirit.

The speech became to curl to curl the corner of the mouth, in the eye is also quick climb up a little violent color.

"Are you awake?" Little Bingbing's angry voice came. Yancheng looked over and saw that it was a boy with a long forehead. After thinking for a while, he also understood.

He wanted to get up, but when he moved, the wound on his chest was directly torn open, and a smear of blood also penetrated out.

"Hiss - it's heavy." Yan Cheng's face was full of impatience. He covered the wound and sat up with pain.

"If you're not afraid of death, go ahead. I don't want to bandage you again." Little Bingbing coldly glanced at him, turned and pushed the door open.

"Hello, Su Qianyue." Yan Cheng rubs the sharp pain wound, the violent canthus slightly picks, a face owes to beat of ask small ice ice.

The latter looks a meal, and then looks like a strong anger in general hard glare into a look: "want you to manage."

Angry to leave this sentence, he went out directly. He left a message and sat in the same place. He didn't know whether to lie down or continue to sit.

"Little Bingbing said you wake up. I'm afraid you're hungry. Here you are." The next second, the door was pushed open again, and a beautiful young man came in, with a strong and unpredictable atmosphere.

Yan Cheng looked at him lazily and sneered coldly: "Hey, people around her look like you?"

Feng Ming smell speech, look unchanged, handsome face is still full of mild, but the words are stinging pain: "Miss Su only hurt your heart, to your eyes, but she did not touch."

The implication is that Su Qianyue didn't hurt your eyes at all. You're not blind.

When Yan Cheng choked, he bit his teeth and didn't open his face.

Feng Ming still gives Yan Cheng a bowl of porridge with a smile on his face. The latter doesn't want to take it, but Feng Ming is not in a hurry. As if he doesn't know Yan Cheng's resistance, he just pours porridge on his quilt.

The movement is neat and not tardy, as if it should be.

Hot words into eyebrows tightly wrinkled, if it is not for the body injury, he would jump up directly to play Feng Ming.

"Hello! What are you doing? "

"Oh, I thought you did. I'm sorry." Feng Ming seems just to know the general, light said.

"You! Su Qianyue wants you to block me, right? " The speech becomes stem neck way, didn't expect that he just said Su shallow month, seal Ming originally smile of eyes suddenly cold down.

His eyes shot at him like ice. The murderous air in his eyes made him see clearly.

But soon, the inexplicable look was forced down by Feng Ming. Feng Ming didn't answer. He just picked up the bowl and was ready to go out. He didn't care about the bowl of porridge poured on the quilt.

"Hello! How do you make me sleep like this?! Hello! Damn it Yan Cheng angrily watched Feng Ming walk out of the door without changing his face. In front of him, he closed the door directly.

As soon as he went out, little Bingbing came up with a face full of impatience. He went to Feng Ming's side, glanced at the door, and said with some displeasure, "did that bastard make trouble for you?"

Feng Ming's face did not change. Hearing the words, he skimmed the bowl in his hand: "No."

"Well, I can see that his haughty expression makes him angry. How can you tell me that his face is still shouting here?"

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