An Yi was extremely angry with Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen curled her lips and smiled, her stunning face spread out layers of plump petals, like a peony in full bloom, which made An Yi lose his temper all of a sudden.
"Madam, if you're not angry with me, I won't be angry with you, okay?" Feng Qingchen grabbed An Yi's hand and suddenly touched her abdomen.
An Yi was startled and looked around intuitively.
Although Leng Jiu and A Bing left, there were other guards in the hall, and Qin Yanran was also there. To do such an action in public...
"What are you doing?" An Yi quickly retracted his hand and whispered: "I will help you when I go back to the room..."
Feng Qingchen was stunned, burst out laughing, pinched her chin with two cold fingers, raised Anyi's face very gently and calmly, and said deliberately: "Why do you want to go back to the room to help your husband?"
An Yi was startled and glared at him angrily. Is this man crazy?
"Madam, I'm just hungry, and I want you to touch my flat belly!" Feng Qingchen raised her lips in a good mood, lowered her head, and her messy black hair slid down from her collar and touched her face. The green hair on her forehead was mixed together, and she bit the woman's face tightly, leaving small red marks maliciously.
With a coaxing sound, An Yi felt something explode on her forehead. Her face felt hot and hot. She looked up at the man's teasing smile and wished she could find a hole to crawl in.
God, she thought...
"It seems that the lady wants to be a husband!" Feng Qingchen raised her hand, wrapped her white fingers around the woman's moist black hair and held it in her hand. Her eyes were full of spring water, and her face was covered with a thin layer of concubine color. , full of temptation.
Anyi quickly pushed him away, covered her face and ran into the room.
Feng Qingchen curled her lips happily and waved to the guards: "Go and have a rest!"
The guards quickly retreated.
Feng Qingchen strode into the room.
Beautiful and delicious, but much more delicious than that rice!
In prison, Xue Lingqiao begged Leng Jiu and A Bing to be careful: "Be gentle, be gentle, they are still girls after all, you must know how to be compassionate!"
Leng Jiu glanced at the Fenglan Jade, and then touched the leg that had been kicked countless times, feeling pity for the fragrant jade? Who pities whom? If I hadn't given the order, he would have really wanted to kill this saint who was neither male nor female!
Xue Lingqiao knew that Feng Lanyu was arrogant, so she apologized to Leng Jiu in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm going to buy some of my brothers' drinks tonight!"
Leng Jiu stretched out his hand, patted Xue Lingqiao's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Forget it, keep your money and buy you the medicine for the golden sore. Brother, it's still early for you!"
Xue Lingqiao wanted to cry but had no tears.
In the cell, Feng Lanyu looked at Xue Lingqiao coldly: "I have nothing to do with you, you don't have to do this for me!"
Xue Lingqiao was helpless: "I have advised you a long time ago that my temper is unusual, and he will not agree to return your dragon energy!"
"It's all that woman's fault!" Feng Lanyu didn't think it was Feng Qingchen's fault, "If it weren't for her, why would Feng Qingchen just sit back and ignore her for the sake of her aunt?"
Xue Lingqiao shook her head: "Mrs. Feng is Mrs. Feng, and you are you. I always know the difference clearly."
Feng Lanyu frowned. She didn't believe that Feng Qingchen was really so heartless. She still thought that An Yi had hindered her affairs.
"Let me see Feng Qingchen alone!" Feng Lanyu whispered, "I will definitely find a way to convince him!"
