Chapter Thirty-Seven: Listen to the Voice, Sister

Feng Nuanyang sat down next to him, and before she could react, she stretched out two paws and touched the cheek that had been itching for a long time, and sure enough, as she remembered the touch, the skin was smooth and soft, she met his surprised and stunned eyes, and said: "You little brat, God really treats you well, gives you such a good skin, how many women will be harmed in the future?" ”

Feeling the tenderness on his face, there was a little ripple in his heart, and before he could stop it, he heard the sound of 'little fart', and his face instantly darkened, "Feng Nuanyang!" ”

Feng Nuanyang stuck out his tongue and pouted: "Don't be angry, didn't I praise you?" ”

She squeezed her eyes, and looked at the black eyes of the upper and lower world, which were as black as grapes, and she really looked good no matter how she looked at them, and she had a rare desire for appreciation in her heart.

Shen Qian wanted to raise her hand and wave away her grudging paws, but she was strangely unable to exert her strength, her whole body was soft, unexpectedly comfortable, and there was no rejection.

Suddenly, Feng Nuanyang suddenly approached, his eyes stared at his face tightly, so gentle and serious, Ming Qianjue suddenly felt that a few beats had missed in his heart, and his mind couldn't help but flash the scene where she wiped the secret parts for herself that night, and he didn't feel a little blood surging, looking forward to her next move.

But for a long time, he stagnated, and only heard an exclamation: "Hey, you are Danfengyan!" ”

Countless question marks flashed in her mind, and before she could ask, she raised her head directly, sat up straight, her eyes were full of smiles, her voice was carrying, her paws were still on his face, and her voice was seductive: "Come, baby, call Sister to listen~"

There was so much charm in his mind, and as soon as he dispersed at this moment, his face turned black, and he unceremoniously slapped the hand on his face: "Feng Nuanyang, your skin is itchy!" ”

Feng Nuanyang shook her head seriously, you must know that her only regret in her previous life was that she did not have a younger brother, if she could have a younger brother, her father's company would be inherited, then the dog man and woman would not hit her with their ideas, if there was a younger brother, she was bullied, someone would support her and protect her forever!

Thinking of this, she was even more determined to recognize him as a younger brother, as the saying goes: Leaning against a big tree is good for the shade, and recognizing a younger brother will have something to rely on, she can see that this little kid is not a simple person, if he really becomes his own relative, he will not worry about protecting himself wholeheartedly in the future.

"Xiao Ming, in fact, it's good to be my brother, I will take care of you, give you a massage, get you something to eat, and give you silver flowers......" Feng Nuanyang counted them one by one, but completely forgot that when she was hungry before, she still ate his roast chicken.

"Shut up!" Originally, she didn't care what she called herself, but now that she knew her intentions, she suddenly heard the 'Xiao Ming' she shouted, and felt very awkward, and said coldly: "Call me Qianjue!" ”

"Okay, Qianjue, be my brother," Feng Nuanyang pouted, which was a title, she didn't care, she smiled softly and sweetly, and her voice was seductive, "You don't have relatives, and neither do I, we can rely on each other and be each other's relatives in the future." "Martial arts masters have been trained since childhood, this little kid is a good seedling, she has to grasp it well.

Shen Qianjue looked at her smiling like an idiot, and felt very uncomfortable, and for the first time felt irritable about becoming a child.