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

With tears in her eyes, Lin Qingran sensed the other party's intentions, arrogantly ignored her, and retreated her body to prevent his actions from succeeding.

During the probing and retreating, the movement was too big, the tea in her hand was overturned, and all the tea was spilled on her front.

The movements of both of them stopped, Lin Qingran's chest felt hot, and the cup of warm tea had already soaked the clothes on her chest.

The grievance accumulated in the girl's heart completely exploded, and she shook off the victim's big hand holding her. Perhaps because she did something wrong, Yun Zheng didn't dare to pester her any more this time, and looked at her helplessly: "Yes... sorry……"

Lin Qingran's hands were free, and regardless of his apology, she quickly picked up his teacup on the case, and threw it at him regardless of his apology. The other hand holding the teacup was loosened, and the teacup fell on the carriage with a crackling sound. Then, covering his drenched chest with both hands, he cried loudly, muttering: "You...you... bully... bully people……"

She, the murderer, looks like an oppressed class, with a look of bitterness and hatred.

Yun Zheng looked at the crying girl who looked like a poor child abandoned by her parents on the side of the road, wiped her wet face, and even wiped two pieces of tea leaves, looked at the green and stretched tea leaves, and smiled wryly, no need to take care of them. In the mirror, I can also imagine what I am like now, and there is a faint sweetness that cannot be expressed.

Today's first experience is really a lot. The girl in front of him surprises him again and again. First, the numb fist and embroidered legs, and then a cup of tea rushing towards him. Where has Yun Zheng experienced such a battle?

I don't know whether to praise her for being strong, or to laugh at myself for being hit by a weak woman?

Staring softly at the crying girl immersed in her own thoughts, the two of them have ups and downs up to now, every time it is like riding a roller coaster.

She was crying like this, which made his thoughts flutter, as if he had gone to a distant sky, where he had heard a girl cry like this before, but the crying seemed a little less grievance, and more despair that could not be expressed in words .

Lin Qingran didn't know that his thoughts were spinning, and he was crying with his hands on his clothes. He felt extremely regretful. Why did she always behave badly? The Yun Zheng in this life is different from the previous life. The gentle Yun Zheng from the previous life?Why is she always so stupid, unconsciously looking for the shadow of her previous life in the man in front of her?

He even regretted why he didn't persevere to the end and got into the carriage of Prince Yun's mansion. Now, he was not only wronged, but also embarrassed and embarrassing.

Wait a minute, why did she get off the carriage of Prince Yun's mansion? Do you want her to go back wearing the wet clothes on her body?

Although the clothes are quite thick in winter, this is also embarrassing!

When Lin Qingran thought about it, she couldn't hold back her crying. After crying like this for a while, her eyes became sore and unbearable. She was raising her hand to wipe the teardrops like heavy rain, when she suddenly leaned over and a big hand went through it. Her back hooked her shoulders, and after a while, her whole body fell into a warm and firm embrace. The light fragrance like plums and orchids came to her nostrils, instantly surrounding her.

The exquisite and soft figure in his arms caused some fragments of Yun Zheng's memory to fly out for no reason, his earlobe was reddish, and the big hand stretched in mid-air froze slightly, and then slowly fell on Lin Qingran's slightly thin face. On the back, he patted lightly again and again.

Soft, lingering, sweet flavor.

"Hey, don't cry!"

His tone, his actions, he really treated her like a three-year-old baby.