Could it be that he's pregnant? This, this is a pit!

Qingxi packed those books with a smile, and also included a bowl of fetal pills, including Qing Wei in a daze, and threw them into the carriage together.

He greeted, "Welcome, come back next time." ”

"Wei'er." A certain Feng looked at her extremely sadly, "Next time you run away from home, you have to leave a note, otherwise it will be difficult to find." ”

"......" Qing Wei was helpless, rubbing her forehead and staring at Feng Jiu, "Auntie, I don't leave a note, didn't you find it too?" Also, what the hell is pregnant, why don't I know that I'm pregnant, but you guys know. ”

Could it be that the phoenix dove was born?

Feng Jiu smiled knowingly, leaned forward, lightly grabbed Qing Wei's hand, and led her body to the back of the carriage, forcing her to get close to the wall.

Her hand was choked so much, so she naturally stared at the phoenix dove on her back, and looked at him in amazement: "Phoenix dove, you want to ......"

He delicately hooked her chin, and his shallow phoenix eyes fell on her, looking at it little by little.

Like a feather, brushing on her face, itchy and numb, with a gentle gentleness, hooked the tip of her heart.

"Wei'er, what do you think your husband wants to do?"

Qing Wei suddenly had a bad premonition, usually when Feng Jiu called himself 'a husband', she always had to do something to make her want to refuse and welcome death, she wanted to live, and she wanted to kill him.

But he was always able to grasp this degree very skillfully.

Just like at this moment, she always felt that the lips of the phoenix dove were delicate, like peach blossoms blooming in the morning, to be precise, it was the peony of the demon ye. There is a demagogic sweetness that makes her want to touch and pick.

But he was always so far away from her, and she raised her jaw, but she couldn't touch him.

On the contrary, his breath fell on her face, warm, and mixed with the wind that had been drilled into with the movement of the car, with the fragrance of love, lust, or joy.

"Wei'er, ah......"

His right hand that was holding her chin played with it so delicately, caressing her cheek, from the top of her brow bone, to her cheek and along her jaw, gently and slowly down her throat.

Caressing the two delicate collarbones on her chest and pinching her elastic skin.

The shoulder line, which was originally insensitive, was touched by him like this, and there was a slight reaction.

His palms are clean and his fingers are slender, and as always, whether it's choking her wrists or picking her chin, he can do these movements with a pleasing effect on the eyes.

"Phoenix." Qing Wei frowned, "What the hell do you want to do!" ”

- Grandma's, if you want to do it, do it, don't tease her, can you?

Don't you know if she can't resist him?

Wait, why does she think so, why does she think about this so unashamedly?

Qing Wei was sullen and stared at the phoenix dove, "Let go." ”

Feng Gu chuckled, "Don't let go, you can't help but be a husband." ”

This kind of evil appearance made Qing Wei helpless, "Then, what do you want to do......"

He smiled slightly, tilted his head, and his face approached her little by little, Qing Wei realized something, and then, closed his eyes, intending to welcome this piece of tenderness.

However, he stopped there, opened his eyes, and looked at her so closely, carefully.

"Wei'er said, what do you want your husband to do?"

- Damn it!

This arrogant and flat, black-bellied, and sassy appearance made her have no resistance at all.