The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

At that time, when one person attains the Tao and the chicken and dog rise to heaven, Aunt Hua will naturally be able to right herself as in her previous life.

No, she cannot tolerate such a thing happening.

Yun Zheng's eyes flashed lightly, he held her big hand tightly, and after a while, he opened his mouth and said: "I see Miss Hua's face, she doesn't seem to be blessed by fate, that person's side is not clean, she wants to be safe and sound." Giving birth to a son of a dragon and a daughter of a phoenix is ​​not an easy task."

Because his strength was a bit strong, Lin Qingran struggled lightly, but couldn't open it. After listening to his words, she believed it. She also stayed in the biggest courtyard, and everything in it was valuable, except human life. It's worth money, let alone a child in the womb.

Although she feels sorry for the child who doesn't know if she exists, but at the time of life and death, for the sake of her three siblings to live well, she still hopes that if Hua Ruoxi really has a child, it is best not to give birth .

"It's best like this. Aunt Hua and Hua Ruoxi are grasshoppers in the same boat. I don't want her to go up with the tide." Without the previous worries, Lin Qingran felt a little tired sitting with him holding hands, and leaned against her Che Bi said lazily.

"I heard that Aunt Hua went to the family temple." Yun Zheng held Lin Qingran's hand slightly, separated her body from the car wall, and put a cushion behind her with the other hand to make her feel comfortable. Lean on.

After finishing all these tasks, I poured another cup of hot tea into her hand, and then I poured another cup of hot tea, and gently blew on a piece of tea petal floating on the water, and continued in a flat tone: "In the old family temple, there will always be some poisonous insects and snakes. If you accidentally bite your face, it will be a big deal."

Lin Qingran's eyes lit up, her eyebrows curved: "Yun Zheng is right."

The two looked at each other and smiled, everything was in silence.

Lin Qingran lowered her head and sipped her tea, and from the corner of her eye she glanced at Yun Zheng, who was sitting quietly with sideways eyes, her thoughts drifted a little: There is always someone in the world who knows what you think, who knows what you think, as if everything you have is invisible in front of him , but still willing to spend all their time for you, who is not beautiful, to protect you, pamper you, and even stain your hands with blood.

And has this person of hers always been the young man in front of her who looks gentle, but is actually the most cold-hearted and dark-hearted?

He didn't say that the family temple was in disrepair for a long time, and accidents were the most likely to happen. Is it because he understood her heart and knew that she would not let Aunt Hua die easily?

Lin Qingran could see her appearance in the light tea with a light fragrance, she could see her lips curled up slightly, and she smiled a little happily, her eyes became moist when she smiled, and the corners of her eyes became big. A teardrop fell straight down, and fell into the green tea with a crisp sound, although the extremely small sound of water droplets could not be heard at all amidst the sound of the axles and horseshoes.

But the wet eye sockets are still easy to spot. When Lin Qingran wanted to cover up, she couldn't stop her tears, so she could only lower her head as hard as she could, not wanting to be discovered by Yun Zheng.

But who is Yun Zheng?

He could clearly see the subtle wounds on her fingertips that even Lin Qingyin couldn't notice, so how could he not notice her tears?

Yun Zheng originally wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, and do the two things just now without any trace, but just as he closed his eyes, he felt that Lin Qingran's mood was not right. When he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw her head drooping. Low, the shoulders trembled extremely slightly.

she cried!

This cognition shot into his chest like a sharp arrow, and countless churning thoughts surged up in an instant.

How strong this crying girl is, I believe no one in this world knows better than him, but at this moment, such a strong girl is like a wounded little beast, whimpering with grievances, every cry is a sharp knife, gouging out Burning his heart, burning his soul.