The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 630 Qingqiu Fox (32)

The clearly questioning tone, but inexplicably reveals a kind of irritability of an abandoned puppy finally waiting for its master.

Fenghua stroked his hair immediately, and said, "My lord, I'm here."

"So long." A dissatisfied tone, complaining.

Fenghua blinked, and lazily reminded him not to push himself too far: "My lord, you are the one who wants to follow."

It's not that I deliberately pulled you on.

So, blame me for waiting so long?
The cinnabar mole at the end of the young man's eyes was bright and scorching, his cheeks were slightly puffed up, and he stopped talking.

He even let go of Fenghua's hand in a fit of anger.

Her Majesty clicked her tongue.

Men just can't be too used to it.

Although she thought so in her heart, she reached out her hand and took his.

The tip of the little finger lightly slid across the boy's palm.

Provocative in general.

Itchy.

Wei Qingci's slender palm trembled slightly, not sure if it was because she took the initiative to hold his hand in public, or because she couldn't stand the alluring itchy touch.

He was obviously angry, but he didn't break free from her hand.

The young man turned his face away, his exquisite side face and pursed lips gave off a glamorous and scorching smell under the sun.

Slowly, slowly.

The lips curved slightly inadvertently.

Fleeting.

"Ding! The target character Wei Qingci, favorability +5, strategy completion 30!"

……

Wei Zhang's intimacy, as if no one else was around, caught Wei Zhang's eyes and made his whole heart twist.

He frowned.

Who is this boy?Why are you so... intimate with Mei Niang?

Heart suffocated.

It was as if there was a hand invisible, pinching his heart, and slowly tightening it, while squeezing out all the air in his chest bit by bit.

Pain and suffocation.

In the courtroom, Lord Zhongcheng, who had always been calm and rational, had a string in his head that had been tense since the moment his childhood sweetheart came back to life, and was finally tense to the extreme. broken.

What is calm and self-sufficient, what is so rational, they are all put aside.

Wei Zhang asked a sentence that he knew was out of date and had no status or position:

"I don't know what is the relationship between Miss Rouge and this young master?"

His tone was slightly cold.

Or rather—hostility.

"Husband!" Wei Wu bit her lip and yelled, tugging at his sleeve.

She didn't understand, why did she act so uncharacteristically when she promised her that she didn't know Rouge's husband just now?
Wei Wu couldn't help being flustered, Dai Wei Qingci answered him, and introduced: "This is the owner of the rouge shop, Mr. Wei."

Wei Qingci turned her head, and naturally felt the man's hostility towards her, she didn't even frown, and asked in a leisurely tone, "Who are you?"

The implication is that I don't even know you, so why should I tell you my relationship with her.

Wei Zhang's expression remained unchanged, he did not get angry, nor was he choked by anger, he only reported his identity in a calm tone, and there was no intention of showing off his power in his words, "Southern Song Guozhong Cheng, Wei Zhang .”

"Oh."

The young man replied in a neutral voice, obviously not interested in "Southern Song Dynasty", "Zhongcheng" and "Weizhang".

It is definitely the end of the topic, the little prince, who chatted to death.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward for a moment.

Wei Wu nervously held Wei Zhang's arm, and a figure bumped into a corner of her eyes, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, she immediately turned her head and asked: "Husband, mother is here, can the banquet begin?"

Wei Zhang didn't answer, but looked at Feng Hua with deep eyes: "Miss Rouge, do you want to go see my mother?"

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