Rong Qiao glanced at Gong Huangjue's reaction out of the corner of her eyes, but the other party still showed no signs of soberness, and she was a little depressed at the moment. No, she was so serious about using her charm that he didn't even have an instinctive reaction.

She's so inferior!

She sighed secretly, but she still kissed the cold-faced man unrelentingly.

Until Rong Qiao's cheek touched the coldness of the metal, the cold and hard feeling made Rong Qiao catch a glimpse of the half of the crescent moon mask that he refused to take off even in his sleep.

She muttered the corners of her mouth and quickly removed his mask, revealing half of his face engraved with the snow wolf totem.

She stared at the totem and smiled.

With appreciative mischievousness, the lips gently brushed over his cheek, and suddenly, deeply, kissed tenderly on his snow wolf totem.

And at that moment, the tense Gong Huangjue, I don't know when, his eyes opened.

On the surface of the deep pool, the waves swept up, as if stunned, like shock.

So much so that he forgot everything and allowed Rong Qiao to kiss deeply the totem he had been hiding in the dark.

And at the moment when Rong Qiao's deep kiss ended, her gaze happened to crash into his stunned look that he didn't have time to retract.

Uh-

Her eyes were shocked. Worst! She really caught fire.

"Woman, do you seem to be having a good time?" The low and hoarse voice seems to have an inexplicably hidden emotion that is secretly controlled.

Rong Qiao was stunned for a moment, and she hurriedly cleaned up the embarrassing situation. She pretended to be sleepwalking, and with a very exaggerated shock, she stared at Gong Huangjue and said: "Hey, cold-faced man, people have a sweet dream, why don't you even let me go in your dreams, and you actually chased me into my dreams, it's really hateful!" ”

She pounced towards Gong Huangjue with her teeth and claws, her fingers pinching his cheek fiercely, with just enough force to make him pain, and her fingers swirled in a beautiful arc.

But when her hand touched the real feeling, she panicked and jumped away, trying to escape. However, Gong Huangjue saw through her trick, and with a slight wave of his hand, he took her from behind him and returned to his arms.

He looked down and sniffed the scent of her hair, the air of his breath floating at the base of her ear.

"Woman, isn't it too late to pretend now?" His black jade eyes were bright.

Rong Qiao raised her hand to comb the strands of hair scattered on her forehead, and she looked at it intently, and the corners of her mouth grinned sweetly.

"Xiao Juejue, what are you talking about? Rong Qiao doesn't seem to understand? ”

Her lowered, clear eyes were speeding around, and she thought about how to quickly find a way to escape from his side.

"This king will explain it to you with practical deeds, woman."

Gong Huangjue's lips gently fell behind her ears, and he seemed to play with her earlobes, from time to time like a bird skimming the water, bringing a little water mark, causing her body temperature to rise rapidly, and her face was ruddy like fire.

Unwilling to be attacked by him in a panic, she turned her head, her beautiful eyes and bright light.

She smiled thiefly, her fingers touching his thin lips, and the smile was innocent and evil, pure and seductive.

She leaned forward slightly, raised a little, and the flap of her lips hit his thin, beautifully curved lips with unmistakable accuracy. Kissing him hard, her eyes staring at him with a gentle watery gaze.

"Xiao Juejue." She called his name in a low and slow voice.

Gong Huangjue's heart was shocked, and the black jade eyes were watery. He knew that this woman's eyes were too bright and bright, and she must be thinking of some idea to deal with him. But he was willing to let her calculate, and to fight with her with great interest, to see what kind of fresh tricks she would come up with, and he was looking forward to it.

Therefore, he didn't have anything, just looked at her quietly, but his eyebrows softened a little, making him look not as cold and murderous as before, but a little more charming.

He reached over and rubbed her hair, the smell of indulgence in his eyes.

"Woman, what do you want to say?"

Rong Qiao stared at his clean and slender jade fingers, watching him keep rubbing her hair, she was slightly embarrassed. If this man kisses her beautiful lips and tries to make her lose her cool and her mind, then she has a way to deal with him; If this man kisses her blushing earlobe, alarming her and making her uneasy, then she has a way to deal with him. It's just that at the moment, the man didn't make any too intimate moves, he just stroked her hair gently, as if she couldn't put down her green silk.

This kind of warmth that is almost indulgent, but she has no countermeasures, and she loses her mind unconsciously.

Gong Huangjue's cold and hard lips hooked, and he patted her head with a smile.

"What? Still haven't thought of what to say? It's okay, think slowly, take your time, this king will be very patient to listen to your words completely. ”

Rong Qiao glanced at his hand and patted her head like a pet, and she muttered a little displeasure.

It's been a long time since anyone has seen her like a child and given her this kind of childish care.

However, although she thought his action was naïve, she gladly accepted it.

Because she doesn't know why, in her heart, she actually likes this feeling of being cherished like a treasure.

There is a trace of sweetness, which has inadvertently penetrated into the bone marrow.

She didn't know it, but she had a bad premonition.

This feeling, the uncontrollable feeling, made her frown.

Involuntarily, she raised her hand, playing with one of his green silks, and kept wrapping his green silk around her fingers, and then loosened it layer by layer, over and over again, back and forth several times, and then she seemed to have made some kind of determination, and instantly raised her eyes, staring at his shining black jade pupils.

"I'd like to ask you a question first, okay? Cold-faced man. She pondered the words, her expression was a little cramped and uneasy, like a helpless little girl, which made Gong Huangjue confused.

"What's the problem?"

"It's, it's—" Her teeth bit her lip lightly, as if it was hard to speak. But in the end, she met his confused eyes firmly and told him her problem.

"My problem is—" Her eyes wandered, almost blurting out the words in her heart, but when the words came to her lips, the words that came out of her mouth immediately changed.

"It's just no problem." She smiled, adjusting the atmosphere that had suddenly condensed.

Gong Huangjue obviously sensed that she had something very important to say to him just now, but after a moment, she retracted and didn't dare to probe again.

His eyes were so sharp and keen, Rong Qiao was secretly surprised, but his face was like a spring breeze, and his smile was as strong as a dazzling star, like a dazzling red sun.

"Xiao Juejue, they just played a little joke with you, don't be careful." She took him by the arm, rested her head naturally on his, and stared at him innocently and innocently.

He couldn't understand her instantaneous expression, and he couldn't understand why she had concealed it without any flaws, as if she really didn't have that kind of look. But distinctly, she used to have that expression, that expression of fear of being hurt.

His feelings, telling him that she had. It's just that he doesn't understand why a woman like her has that kind of expression, that kind of expression that shouldn't appear on her face.

Could it be—

Is it the relationship between Moyutang again?

He thought about it secretly, but he didn't dare to ask, let alone mention the three words Mo Yutang in front of her.

Because, obviously, that is the most untouchable place in her heart, and he sent someone out to investigate, and it has been a few days, about the news of that person in Moyutang, Tsing Yi Lou should reply to the news.

Rong Qiao stared at his increasingly dark face, her head kept thinking about the plan, she didn't want to die too miserably. However, Gong Huangjue seemed to be caught in some kind of thought, he just glanced at her lightly, and did not say anything, nor did he make any movements.

Outside the door, Chunlan pushed the door in with her face wash and came in.

Bump –

When she saw a figure that should not have appeared on the collapse, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the basin fell to the ground.

The corners of Gong Huangjue's mouth raised slightly in displeasure, and his gaze fell lightly on Chunlan's pale face.

Chunlan pounced at the moment and knelt on the water stain.

"Lord, the slave is wrong, the slave is wrong, please forgive the prince." Her head was so low that it almost hit the ground.

Rong Qiao was worried that Gong Huangjue would be angry at the moment, and she couldn't help but have a hint of sadness in her clear eyes. She just wanted to open her mouth to intercede for Chunlan, but Gong Huangjue waved her hand and said indifferently: "Get up, take good care of Mrs. Seventeen." ”

He got up, walked as fast as the wind, and did not embarrass them at all, and left the Lonely Wind Building quickly.

Rong Qiao stared at his handsome and fluttering figure in the distance, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

How could he let her go so easily?

In the middle hall of Prince Zhong's mansion, a handsome young man waited quietly in front of the hall. Gong Huangjue had just come back from the Lonely Wind Building, stepping inside, when he saw the young man's face, the black jade eyes flashed slightly, he sat on the high seat, and his eyes fell lightly on his calm handsome face.

"Subordinate Tang Liu, see the prince." The boy bowed forward and saluted with his fists.

Gong Huangjue's eyes were silent, and he said indifferently: "Come back this time, is there any news from Moyutang?" ”

"Tell the prince, according to the scattered information sent by Tsing Yi Lou, the subordinates have synthesized it and transcribed it in detail, please take a look at it." Tang Liu respectfully presented a post with both hands.

Gong Huangjue's strong sword eyebrows were raised unilaterally, and his cold gaze drifted over the post, and then picked it up casually and spread it out to read. After a long time, with a snap, he closed the post, and his deep black jade eyes had abnormal water waves on the surface of the lake.

"So about Princess Jingyao Rong Qiao, how much news does Tsing Yi Lou have?" Gong Huang Jue asked lightly, although his tone sounded indifferent, but the slightly trembling fingers in front of him leaked his nervous information.

"Back to the prince, Princess Jingyao came to Kyoto from Taoyuan Island a year ago, and the various strange ways she opened up to do business were tricks that everyone had never heard of before. It is said that her ability to accumulate wealth is known as the first dynasty, and two-thirds of the world's economic lifeline is in her hands. ”