If he didn't really take her to heart and really regarded her as his lifelong partner, how could Ling Yuan give away what his mother left behind.

Whether it is for him or her, this delicate and cute squirrel hairpin is a very precious thing.

"Ah Ling, the moonlight is so good tonight, why don't we sneak out and find a place to enjoy the moon?" Feng Jiao suggested.

Looking at her sparkling eyes, a doting smile appeared on Ling Yuan's face: "Okay." ”

"That ......" Feng Jiao smiled shyly: "Please wait a while, I'll clean up a little." ”

Ling Yuan smiled and nodded, but his heart couldn't help but be full of throbbing and anticipation.

The little chef who rarely dresses up, is this because of the hairpin he sent, and finally has the consciousness of a woman who pleases herself?

The moment she turned back to the room, his heart was already uncontrollably looking forward to it.

As time goes by, that sense of anticipation grows stronger.

Even Ling Yuan himself felt that he was like a teenager looking forward to his first date with his sweetheart, young, ignorant, enthusiastic, and a deer in his heart.

When Ling Yuan wandered around the door of Feng Jiao's room for the hundredth and first turn, the Demon Emperor Han Xing just pushed open the door.

He felt that he had eaten too much tonight, and wanted to take a walk in the yard, but he did not expect that he would see such an interesting picture.

Emperor Zichen, who has always been known for not smiling and always has a strained face, is actually hovering in front of Miss Fengjiao's door with a smirk on his face at this moment, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

Demon Emperor Han Xing looked at Ling Yuan's appearance, and felt funny in his heart, and just as he wanted to open his mouth to laugh a few times, he saw Feng Jiao's door slowly open.

With the door slowly opening, a beautiful woman wearing a moon-white dark moire dress walked out of the room.

In order to live up to Ling Yuan's intention of giving her a hairpin, she recombed her hair, put on the squirrel hosta, and deliberately put on a light makeup, which looked a little more delicate and charming than usual.

The moon is thick.

The girl wearing a moon-white dress looks a little less lively and delicate than usual, but a little more gentle and quiet. Even the Demon Emperor Han Xing, who had seen a lot of beauties of the demon clan, couldn't help but fall on her and didn't retract his gaze for a long time.

What is rare is that Ling Yuan was not jealous this time.

Of course, it's not that he won't be jealous because the Demon Emperor Hanxing is stupidly looking at their little chef's gaze, but because, the moment Feng Jiao pushed open the door, his entire sight, his entire attention, was attracted by her alone, resulting in him, who has always been very alert on weekdays, didn't even notice that the Demon Emperor Hanxing appeared behind him at this moment.

Capturing the deep amazement in Ling Yuan's eyes, the corners of Feng Jiao's mouth couldn't help but raise high.

Women are the ones who please themselves. For a girl, it is an unparalleled sense of accomplishment to be able to successfully attract the attention of the person she likes and to be loved by him.

"A-Yuan, shall we go?" She watched him stretch out his white and tender little hands, and those smiling eyes made him deeply obsessed.

He grabbed her and interlocked his fingers with her: "You...... What did you just call me? ”

Feng Jiao blushed: "A-Yuan......"