Chapter 2

This night, the moon was dark and there was no wind.

The Nangong family is covered with bright red lanterns everywhere, each with bright red double happiness, shining in the eyes of everyone.

In the new house.

A woman, dressed in a bright red phoenix coronet, has a beautiful face, with firm skin and lips like cherries.

However, his eyes were closed tightly, and a stream of blood was slowly flowing down that snow-white forehead at this moment, which seemed a little shocking.

Suddenly, the eyes of the woman who had her eyes closed tightly opened suddenly, and a stern ray of light shot out, and swept around very sharply.

antique.

Feng Beibei's face became very strange.

She clearly remembered that she was on a mission, when the enemy happened to be chasing her, she popped out the soft wire, and jumped over the roof of another building next to her from the roof.

But why in the blink of an eye, he was in this ancient house?

She lowered her head and took a look at her body, and it turned out to be... a red wedding dress draped over her body, and embroidered shoes bound her feet.

what is this?
crossed?
With a severe headache, she gently stroked the injured forehead with her hands. The memories belonging to this body finally came flooding in. The external pain and the violent pain of the flood of memories made her half-close her eyes. .

And at this moment, the door was opened with a creak.

A three-year-old boy in a scarlet gown walked in.

The face is like a crown of jade, and the powder is carved with jade. He is a little boy who is as delicate as a Barbie doll. It is a beautiful child who makes people feel excited when they see it.

However, she would not think that this was an ancient flower girl, because the memory of her body was rushing into her mind, so she clearly understood.

This little girl who looks to be only three years old is the husband she is going to marry now——Nangong Qingyue, a stunning little boy who looks so beautiful that he can't tell the difference between male and female.

It's a pity, it's a child who can't grow up.

It is said that the real age is already eighteen.

But it seemed that he was really only three years old.

And the face is very cute, not half-mature at all, and the skin is as white and smooth as a baby.

"My lady..." An incomparably childish voice sounded from Nangong Qingyue's mouth. There was a very cute and innocent smile on that delicately carved pink and lovely face, and the voice was as sweet as glutinous rice.

Feng Beibei's face was completely embarrassing.

Why did she encounter such an embarrassing thing?

The face of a generation of killers, obviously, became very funny.

Especially when the blood on the forehead was still flowing to the eyes, the whole person looked quite strange.

"My lady, your forehead is bleeding!" The little Nangong Qingyue walked quickly to Feng Beibei's side, and gently covered her wound with the silk in her hand.

Feng Beibei suddenly felt warm in his heart.

After being a killer for so many years, it was the first time that she met someone who was so gentle to her.

"Haha, take a quick look, Feng Beibei committed suicide..."

"Oh, really...hahaha...that's right, if I marry such a cripple who doesn't grow up, I won't be able to survive!"

"Accordingly, she is also pitiful. Originally, Feng Nannan should have married our family Qingyue..."

"Feng Nannan, that's a genius of the Feng family. Of course he won't agree with Qingyue, but I think the combination of waste material and cripple is really unique!"

A harsh voice sounded outside the door.

(A super-cute black-bellied man and a cold-blooded arrogant female killer strike out from nowhere. It is absolutely wonderful and beautiful. You should not miss it. Hurry up and bookmark it!)

(End of this chapter)

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