Chapter 41: Dye is a Demon 41

"They're my brothers." Mo Ran spoke softly, looking at the man with gloomy eyes.

Feng Yan and the others watched Mo Ran being held in Feng Xie's arms, their faces immediately changed, and their eyes stared at the hands of Feng Xie holding her sister, as if they were about to chop it up, and even Xiao Zhengtai Fengfang, who had always been soft and cute, had cold eyes and a fierce aura.

I can't even hold the dyeing, you still hug it in front of me, how can it be reasonable!

Then, they saw with their own eyes the scene of the man bowing his head and kissing his sister strongly, and the key thing is that Mo Dye did not resist in the slightest and was very obedient.

Suddenly, Feng Yan and the others felt an indescribable subtle feeling in their hearts, as if the cabbage they had carefully cared for had been arched by a big fat pig.

Although, the man is not bad-looking......

"No matter, you're mine, no." You can't hug someone, and you can't laugh at others.

Feng Xie looked at the girl with a strong possessiveness in his eyes.

"Okay." Mo Ran nodded in agreement without the slightest hesitation, and his eyes were still slightly blurred.

Feng Yan and others: "......" How can you agree like this, what do we think?! Little sister, you've changed!! I don't love us anymore!!

Feng Tian was directly so angry that he let out an extremely cold chuckle, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of anger, and his cold killing intent exploded.

"Xiao Ran'er, come here."

Before Mo Ran could make a move, a slightly cool voice from Feng Xie came from his head: "You go over and try it." ”

Feng Xie lowered his eyes and glanced at her lightly, his words full of threat.

The ink dye was sandwiched in the middle, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

The two men raised their eyes at the same time, their eyes facing each other, and there seemed to be sparks splashing in the air.

The gazes of the two of them became colder and colder, one was terribly cold, the other was terrifyingly cold, and the murderous aura had spread around the two of them, as if they would immediately fight in the next second.

"Okay, I'm really angry if you guys make any more noise." The little girl suddenly spoke, with a straight face, and turned her head sideways to Feng Xie and said, "Have you bought the milk tea dessert?" ”

Feng Xie was silent, the thing seemed to have been accidentally broken by him, and now it seemed to be lying on the floor in front of the dessert shop.

The little girl suddenly turned her eyes to look at Feng Tian again, "Second brother." ”

Then he watched quietly and did not speak.

After Feng Tian was seen defeated, his red lips were lightly hooked, his handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, his tone softened, and he said aggrievedly: "Little sister, the second brother is wrong." ”

is like a little daughter-in-law who has been abandoned.

Seeing that Feng Xie was annoyed, he wanted to kill him directly, and his eyes were a little cooler again.

If he wasn't the ink dye's own brother......

Hehe, definitely beaten to death, the kind that slaps the face.

Feeling Feng Xie's deep gaze, Feng Tilt pulled his lips and smiled at him sideways, smiling very poorly.

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, he hooked his ink-dyed pink lips, raised his eyes and said coldly: "What, is it fun?" ”

They were still smiling sweetly and brightly, but everyone knew that their little girl was angry.

Mo Ran broke away from Feng Xie's embrace, there was no expression on his face, and his eyes calmly walked towards Feng Yan and them.

was grabbed by the man's hand, and Feng Xie's gloomy and beautiful voice sounded faintly behind him:

"You're protecting him?" Why don't you protect me!

Feng Xie's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, full of shade, and the crimson thin lips pursed a faint smile.

Seeing this, Feng Yu's entire delicate little face was so cold that she didn't want to, and finally her pink lips opened slightly, and she spit out two cold words: "You deserve it!" ”

Whoever told him to take advantage of dyeing and dyeing, he always used his hands and feet, damn it!

He hasn't even had!