Chapter 770: Wrath of the Dead (5)

Bingshuang is dressed in a breezy white dress, and the skirt is the quintessence of glass peonies, and even the show patterns on the belt are made of coral jade with dark sodium gold branches.

The slender wrist is not an ordinary jade bracelet but a warm jade bracelet made of jade silk, although there is nothing between the neck, but a hand-painted orchid is the end of the graceful place.

There is no powder between the eyebrows, and with a little bit of purity and elegance, it makes people can't take their eyes off.

Chang Geyue frowned slightly, not because of Bingshuangshuang's sudden extra beauty and style.

It's because Bing Shuangshuang's dress is not meticulous to the extreme.

A little more is slightly kitsch, and a little less is bland.

And this kind of ice shuangshuang, who is everywhere and exquisite to the extreme, obviously cannot be captured temporarily.

How did Ice Shuangshuang suddenly appear here?

And it's in this gesture.

Bingshuang's pace is extremely steady, and the steps are a little more charming and emotional.

She looked serene, and there was no hint of compulsion.

Chang Geyue frowned faintly, as if she shouldn't let Sibao be in a daze in the garden.

In this way, the current situation will not completely confuse her.

Bing Shuangshuang walked into Zong Zheng Moyin's bedroom and found that there was a woman in the room, her expression did not change in the slightest, and even the smile on the corner of her mouth did not retreat, "See the prince." ”

I don't know if it was the time when Bing Shuangshuang came, or if Zong Zheng Moyin was late in his beastly nature, Zong Zheng Mo Yin and the little maid in front of him were not in bed.

But the charm of the room has not dissipated.

This maid was half-nestled in Zong Zheng Moyin's arms, and compared to the one who had just died out, the one in front of her was much calmer.

The charm between the eyebrows is even more charming, "Master~ Who is she!" ”

There is no honorific title of prince, but a lord word, obviously this little maid does not regard herself as a slave of Zongzheng Moyin, but regards herself as his woman.

Zong Zheng Moyin slowly picked up the cup, put the cup in his hand on the chest of the woman in his arms casually, and then slowly picked up the teapot with boiling water that was splashing.

The woman in her arms had wide eyes, not the slightest timidity from a cup on her chest.

The room was quiet, except for the breathing of the three people, only the sound of boiling tea.

Zong Zheng Moyin's gaze swept over Bing Shuangshuang's calm and unwavering beauty, and he felt that it was indescribably useful.

The little maid in her arms saw that Zong Zheng Moyin's eyes only fell on Bing Shuangshuang alone, and she twisted in Zong Zheng Moyin's arms a little anxiously, "Master~ Who is she?" Is it the new sister?,Slave.,Why haven't you seen it?。 ”

It can be seen that the one in Zong Zhengmo's hidden arms is not only very voluntary, but also very good to be transferred.

Zong Zheng Moyin didn't look at the restless little girl in his arms, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes showed a little confusion.

Apparently looking through the ice, Shuangshuang didn't know who was looking, "Come here." ”

Bingshuang did not have the slightest doubt, and walked over directly, with a steady pace and a sense of beauty at all times.

Zong Zhengmo touched her earlobe with satisfaction, and then handed her the teapot in his hand, "Pour tea." ”

Bing Shuangshuang took the teacup, maybe the water was really boiling, and the handle of the pot was even hot.

She glanced at the woman in her arms, and saw that the clothes in front of her were hidden. There is a cold jade teacup in the background.

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