Wen Qingyuan was slightly stunned, why did the person who was standing and talking to her calmly just now disappear all of a sudden?

"Auntie, save me, save me." The sound of a thin gossamer suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

The tiger's dead body was gently lifted aside, revealing a thin and petite mass of blood underneath.

"Wen Qingyu, what are you pretending to be, get up for Miss Ben." Wen Qingyu's silver teeth bit and kicked Wen Qingyu fiercely.

"Whew." Yu Mingxi frowned: "It hurts!" ”

Immediately, Huang Bula's hand grabbed Wen Qingkite's foot and neck: "Qingkite, let me go." Don't take me to feed the tigers. ”

"You, you slut, you're obviously fine, get up for me." Wen Qingyu blushed and grabbed Wen Qingyu's thin arm.

"Sss Wen Qingyu took a deep breath: "Qing Kite, I hurt so much, my whole body hurts." ”

"Kites." Deng Shi frowned: "That's almost it, it's still useful to keep this cheap girl, it's hard to explain to your father if she dies." ”

"Mother." Wen Qingyuan was so hung that her hair exploded: "It's this cheap girl who wants the tiger to bite me to death, she's okay at all, she's pretending!" ”

"Ahem, ahem." Wen Qingyu suddenly coughed loudly, coughing so much that his body bent down, and the shrimp couldn't help but tremble.

A blue and yellow face was even more flushed because of the violent coughing, which actually added a hint of charm.

"Kites." Deng's voice was a little heavier, her daughter she understood, not to mention in the Prime Minister's Mansion, even if there was anyone in the entire Yanjing City who could bully her?

What's more, this disease can't support the waste like mud on the wall.

"Mother, you don't believe me?" Wen Qingyuan's little face turned blue angrily: "Cheap girl, it's all your fault!" ”

There was a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes, and her bare hand was raised high, and she was about to slap towards Wen Qingyu.

"Wen Qingkite, you stop for this king!"

Wen Qingyu, who bent down and pretended to cough, showed a smile that no one could see at a girl with low eyebrows in the most inconspicuous corner of the crowd.

This girl is good, the time is just right, and the person she is waiting for appears at the right time.

Immediately, my eyelids rolled and I tilted my head and fainted!

Satisfied, he fell into the warm embrace of a rippling purple light, and smiled weirdly.

Wen Qingyuan, I see how you step down this time!

Fenghuaxuan, as always, is transparent and bright.

Five years ago, this was the residence that Yumingxi gave Wen Qingyu the joy of marriage.

The finely carved furniture of Huanghuali in the house, and the treasures in the palace are not lacking, she can never forget that under the huge Xuan window, the pot of camellia in full bloom.

It's like the blooming life of that delicate little girl.

Now, it's just for Wen Qingkite to occupy it for a year, why is it ruined like this?

Pink, pink, pink everywhere, vulgar and dizzying.

Returning Feng Huaxuan to her is considered a punishment for Wen Qingyu? Fenghuaxuan is hers! Can you be more shameless?

"Bang" The thin fist slammed on the dressing table, and the pink porcelain rouge box fell to the ground, with a crisp "click".

"Miss, the slave is wrong!"

A round-faced maid with a cyan bijia knelt on the ground in a panic, not daring to raise her head.

Wen Qingyu pressed his eyebrows: "Get up." ”

The blue and yellow faces of long-term malnutrition are reflected in the diamond glasses, and they are really not beautiful. There is only a pair of big black eyes, as deep as two deep pools, as if crushing the starlight in the sky.

Obviously seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a water-colored skirt on his body, but it is like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

That's it, too!

She smiled slightly, but there was no trace of warmth in her smile.

Lian Yin, can you recognize such an unfamiliar face standing in front of you?