Feng Yuanche looked at her inner maintenance, and smiled lightly, as if a spring flower bloomed: "Cousin, don't worry, I'm not such a stingy person." ”

Feng Nuanyang's heart didn't have time to let go, and he said in the next sentence: "He looks so good, I don't want to." ”

Feng Nuanyang immediately felt bad when she heard this, but she knew in her memory that this third prince was an outlier in the royal family, all of them were twenty years old, and they didn't have a room, listening to his ambiguous tone at the moment, looking at his nostalgic gaze, she suddenly had an alarm in her heart, and hurriedly moved to the front of the Immortal Qianjue, blocking his fiery gaze.

"Third prince, are you hungry?" Feng Nuanyang asked thoughtfully, and his eyes were shining.

Feng Yuanche knew how much this cousin liked to look at faces, and from the degree of obsession she was with herself just now, this should leave him with the rhythm of eating, he nodded hurriedly: "When you say that, you are a little hungry." "He'll have to take this opportunity to tease his usually unsmiling Shen Qian.

"Then I won't delay my cousin, Lord Qin must have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you, bye-bye," she hurriedly pulled Shen Qianjue and left without looking back.

Feng Yuanche's eyes widened in disbelief, standing in place, the smugness at the corner of his mouth was extremely obvious, he shook his head with a wry smile, he really didn't expect that his aunt, who had always been gentle, would give birth to such an eccentric daughter.

However, this is the solution to the big trouble that has plagued him for a long time, the corners of Feng Yuan's mouth hooked a trace of arc that he was determined to win, looking at the back that was far away, even if his body has shrunk now, he is still the victorious general of the Fengyuan Dynasty, and he has half of Feng Yuan's troops in his hand, it seems that he has to take a good look at this little cousin.

Feng Nuanyang led Ming Qianjue into the house, and then turned around to make sure that the third prince did not follow, so he put his mind at ease, let go of his hand directly, and entered his bedroom without saying a word.

Ying Qianjue's originally suppressed heart was a little better, but at this moment she suddenly ignored herself indifferently, and suddenly felt a little unhappy, and turned around and planned to go back to the house, but just crossed the threshold of the foot, hesitated, he turned his head to look at the back room opposite, still not relieved.

In the end, he was still cheeky and came to Feng Nuanyang's room, looking at her with her back to him and not knowing what she was doing, he pretended to cough twice: "You were nervous about me just now?" ”

After saying this, his face was covered with a suspicious flush.

Feng Nuanyang clenched the scissors in her hand, thinking of today's words, a fire lingered in her chest, she stood up suddenly, pressed the scissors on the table, turned around and said coldly: "No!" ”

Shen Qianjue's eyes darkened, the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened, and his gaze naturally fell on what she had just made, it was a bunch of strips of cloth, and if you looked closely, the strips of cloth were the same color and fabric as his previous clothes, that was his clothes!

He walked over to the table and gave her a strange look: "You stole my clothes just to cut and play?" ”

How much hatred should it be cut like this? Shen Qianjue sighed secretly, obviously he had made her angry again.

"Do you think? I originally bought these clothes for money, and I can cut them if I want," Feng Nuanyang snorted coldly, thinking that this little kid actually wore the clothes she bought with money to go to the brothel, and her lungs hurt.