Chapter 1215: Little Masters and Little Princesses When They Grow Up (34)
"That'...... So why are you here? ”
Ming Yan was so shocked that she forgot to get up from him.
stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
The eyes are wet, how charming and charming they are.
Gu Feng took a deep breath, and suddenly felt his heart beat a little faster.
"I'll send you back first, and then I'll tell you."
The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he was not in a hurry to tell her the answer.
Ming Yan found that she had been sitting on his lap all the time!
If she doesn't go down any longer, it is estimated that Gu Feng will be able to carry herself out of the car.
With a flush of cheeks, Ming Yan quickly got up from his lap and hurriedly got out of the car.
Walked with my son.
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Shang Jing still didn't come back, and after washing Xiao Tianyou's name, Ming Yan carried him to the small bed and stuffed him into the quilt.
Kissed his little cheek lightly and waited until he fell asleep before leaving.
As soon as she walked to the promenade, she was surprised to find that Gu Feng had really followed up with the Presidential Palace!
"You ......"
She didn't even know what to say. He is the young master of the Heavenly Dao!
A major dangerous person whose whole body is full of murderous aura even a strand of hair, the bodyguards of the presidential palace actually let people in so easily?
Ming Yan pointed at him a little angrily, and then put it down in frustration.
Pull him into a corner and grit his teeth.
"Say, did you come in under the guise of my friend?"
"Yes."
Gu Feng nodded leisurely, and at the same time pulled the corners of his lips, his voice was a little lazy.
"Oh, I really didn't see it. President Shang really values you. ”
Just because he was a friend of Ming Yan and escorted her mother and son back to the house, the presidential palace really let him in easily.
I simply searched my body, very casually.
Because the bodyguards at the door specially told him.
"Mr. President said that if you are a friend of Miss Ming, you can go in directly."
This is Shang Jing's love house and Wu, or is it the welfare of the mother and son.
Ming Yan didn't want to pay attention to him, but thinking that he was here, let's ask what he just said clearly.
"Tell me, what is the purpose of your appearance in X Ya!"
"For the sake of the president, of course."
Gu Feng walked closer and closer to her, closer and closer.
Close enough to almost press her to the wall in the corner, her gaze burning as if it were about to melt her skin.
But the tone was sour, and the air around him smelled of vinegar.
"Since someone wants to stir up trouble, of course I can't let him succeed."
"The other party is coming to kill your Shang president, and I'm here to protect you."
Ming Yan opened her lips in shock, and subconsciously reached out to caress his handsome face.
Is this person really Gu Feng?
He said he was going to come to Bao Shangjing?
The young master of the Heavenly Dao is here to protect other people's prey? This is completely out of line in the killer circle.
She didn't believe it, he only went out himself to warn the people who came to stir up trouble.
"Why?" Ming Yan couldn't help but open her mouth.
Gu Feng's burning gaze continued to stare at her, and after a long while, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.
"Isn't he the one you want to protect? It is your duty to protect him, and it is my duty to protect you. So...... I can reluctantly protect him as well. ”
Ming Yan: ......
"Who wants you to protect, don't ......"
Before she could finish protesting, her lips were kissed by Gu Feng with her head down.
He reached out and took her body in his arms, like a beast of prey, greedily and wantonly sucking her sweetness.
He kissed her out of the blue!
Ming Yan pushed him out in annoyance, kicked him and kicked him, biting his lip fiercely.
But the more she struggled, the more intensely he kissed, allowing her to gnaw on his lips until they were bloody.
Suddenly.
"Smack-" There was a sound of something falling to the ground in Xiao Tianyou's room.