"Let go."

The faint voice stabbed Feng Qian almost immediately.

The tip of his heart trembled slightly, and the hand that was originally brazenly holding his arm slowly became stiff, and then it really began to retract.

Jun Moying thought that she would continue to insist, so when he noticed her action, his eyebrows frowned again.

Just when Feng Qian's fingertips were about to fall off his arm, he was suddenly grabbed, and the force was so great that he couldn't put his beak on it.

Above her head, Jun Moying looked down and saw her fine and dense eyelashes spread there, trembling slightly but not raising her eyes.

"You're not telling me to let go, what are you holding me for?"

It's a very small trill, and if you don't listen carefully, you can't even make out it.

Jun Moying's hands were heavy, "If you let go, you will let go, why didn't I see you so obedient before?" ”

He should have yelled at her, but the words he said were mixed with a sigh of nothingness.

Feng Qian glared at him with eyes, "So what do you want me to do?" ”

It's just a silk painting, and I don't know which person whose brain was caught in the door drew it to spread rumors, but he was really angry with her.

She's angry right now, too!

"It's not one, it's many, many, scattered all over the palace."

The man's sudden stern words made Feng Qian's anger get stuck there, so he already knew that someone else deliberately framed her?

"Since you know it, why do you still murder me?" Are you looking for a fight?

"Know what?"

"Didn't you say there were many, many more?"

"Yes." Jun Moying frowned, "Because you said that there is only one painting, I am correcting you." ”

Feng Qian, doesn't "......" mean a lot to show that this matter is someone else's intention to frame her?

Why is their thinking so not in a straight line......

She pursed her lips, "Okay, no matter what you're talking about for now...... Since there are many, many of them, it is clear that someone is framing me, why are you still angry? ”

Because he couldn't see her having any contact with any man!

It's okay to say that he is cautious, domineering **, anything, he just can't see her being involved with other men.

One Nangong Che is enough, and now there is a Yunluo?

Jun Moying felt that what he wanted to do most now was probably to throw Yun Luo back to the South China Sea and continue to fight.

"I know, I know, does this have anything to do with me getting angry?" He raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly.

Feng Qian's face flushed with anger, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Why are you so unreasonable!" ”

But when she was so angry, the man lowered his head again and drank his soup slowly......

The movements are not big or small, there is a taste of elegance between the manners, and the handsome side face looks pleasing to the eye, of course, this qiē must be built on the basis of not having the next scene.

"Jun Moying...... Well, you're ......."

His lips were suddenly blocked, Feng Qian whimpered and struggled, and as soon as his teeth opened, delicious soup poured in.

Feng Qian swears, this scene is really not beautiful and romantic at all!

Putting aside the slimy soup that flowed from the corners of her mouth, she was almost choked to death.

But the culprit was still patting her on the back while looking at her very innocently, "How can you choke on a soup?" ”

"Do you blame me?" Feng Qian's face turned red and coughed, glaring at him fiercely.

(Enlightenment Book Network)