The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Nangong Temple, I am fine, just out of force." Tunxi was a little bit smirking.

This guy is in front of so many people, what time do you want to touch?

Responding to her, it was Nangong who took her into her arms and hugged her death: "Xier, Xier! Fortunately, you are fine, but fortunately I found you!"

Quxi only felt that his bones were hurt by Le, and the man seemed to be embedding her whole body so that she could not breathe.

But in the depths of my heart, I don’t know why there is a warm current, so that she just has an anxiety, anger, and loneliness.

After a long time, Nangong was no longer hugged with the creek, and turned to look at Fengyunjing.

The eyes of Feng Yunjing are slightly picked up, and the light in the shackles is cold and dangerous.

His eyes fell on the hand of Nangong, and the hands were firmly clasped with the "young" waist. The other hand extended from time to time to help the "juvenile" to rationalize the hair and touch her warm and soft cheeks. As if to confirm her existence.

Just facing him, he is still a fierce little animal-like "juvenile". At this time, he is in the middle of the palace, but it is so smart and gentle.

The two stood together in the same way, as if they were a pair of heavenly monks, both men and women were as beautiful as paintings.

It’s beautiful, it makes him feel glaring.

Not waiting for the opening of Feng Yunjing, the voice of Fenglian Ying has been crying behind him: "Hey brother, why do you only care about whether the son of the son is injured? I just had a sneak attack, and now I have a colic in my stomach. Don't you care about it at all? In your heart, can we not compare with the sinister and vicious boy for so many years?"

Tunxi picked up his eyebrows and took a step back from his chest.

Yes, she just smashed this Fenglian shadow, and it feels so good after the end.

She would like to see if Nangong sees his beloved Lian Ying's sister injured and is still hurt by her, what will happen.

Nangong saw her going to retreat, her face sinking, and she reached out and pulled her back, firmly in her arms.

His icy dawn fell on Fenglian Ying, slowly using a calm tone: "Xi is the king of the king, she does anything, reasonable, the king is by her; unreasonable, the king I am used to her."

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to the king. But if anyone dares to carry me to the river, don't blame me!"

Nangong’s words are said to Fenglian Ying, but the sharp-knife-like gaze is thorny to Feng Yunjing.

In the phoenix view, there was a sigh of anger, cold and cold: "Nangong 煜, are you really fainted? For a guy who doesn't know the origin, will you be against me?"

Speaking of this, Feng Yunjing’s eyes fell on Tunxi, and the roots bite, and the sound of the exit became violent and arrogant. “What exactly did he use to seduce you? Excellent face? Or is it a small mouth that is so eloquent? Such a man or a woman, can I find out more than a dozen for you?"

"Just for such a good thing, offending our Feng family, and paying attention to the help of my Feng family to you, is it worth it? Nangong, is it better to hand this person over to me? I believe this result, Fengjia and Pluto The house will be satisfied!"

The cold awns in the eyes of Tunxi suddenly stood up, and the anger in her chest made her suffocate.