Wearing a book with white moonlight, the sick villain can be a wolf and milk!

Chapter 230 Getting Married 【End 2】

Ning Yinzhu wanted to grab something, but she was actually trapped in the sedan chair.

Her eyes widened, and she found that her hands and feet were bound by the magic in the sedan chair.

How is this going?Where's Miss Hua? !
The sky was volatile with a purple-red scene, and Ning Yinzhu was shocked when she saw the dark night sky on the horizon.

The sedan chair was flying forward at an extremely fast speed, Ning Yinzhu was holding the edge of the sedan chair, her heart was beating.

The curtain of the sedan chair was blown up by the wind in a trance, Ning Yinzhu's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned her head.

She saw a little white, and hurriedly spoke loudly.

"Master!"

But Ning Yinzhu also saw someone in front of the sedan chair, a group of black people who should be from the Demon Cult, which made her a little nervous.

As the night gradually deepened, Ning Yinzhu squinted her eyes, and when she raised her eyes again, she saw that she was in a room.

And she looked at the candlelight around her, and the luxurious house, her palms lightly closed.

This is - Ning Yinzhu pursed her lips, could it be that she got married instead of the young lady of the Hua family?no!

Her hijab was raised, and she was in the sedan chair, and she was dyed in a red dress.

Ning Yinzhu glanced at the mirror, and found that there was a golden phoenix hairpin on her head, which matched her beautiful face, which was absolutely terrifying.

Ning Yinzhu's small lips parted, and she stopped before saying anything.

The door was suddenly opened, and Ning Yinzhu's heart was blocked.

She quickly put down the hijab, and slowly, someone approached her.

Ning Yinzhu's jaw was suddenly pinched, and the man approached gently.

Is it Cheng Yuan?She will have to make it clear with him then, but fortunately, she is also familiar with Cheng Yuan.

Ning Yinzhu raised her head, the hijab was lifted, she squinted slightly to look at that person, and unexpectedly saw that it was Qin Sangyao.

Mr. Xiao Lang is also dressed in red today, and he looks like a good boy in the world, which makes people's hearts move.

His face was smudged with light, like white jade.

Her black hair is tied up high.

Ning Yinzhu saw Qin Sangyao approaching, his face was cold on Ning Yinzhu's body.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Little...Little Lord?" Ning Yinzhu's clear eyes narrowed slightly, and she saw Qin Sangyao say something slowly.

"Aning."

Ning Yinzhu's heart skipped a beat, without denying it, said.

"I'm here, Mr. Xiao Lang."

"Sorry." Qin Sangyao put his hand on Ning Yinzhu's cheek and said.

"I miss you so much, shall we get married today?"

Qin Sangyao's voice was low-pitched but pleasant.

Ning Yinzhu clenched her fingers tightly, she couldn't help herself from disagreeing.

She pursed her red lips lightly, and then spoke.

"Xiao Langjun, I am willing."

Qin Sangyao's long eyelashes drooped, and he said word by word.

"Hold the hand of the son, grow old together with the son, live and die at the same acupoint."

Qin Sangyao's hairband was still red, he approached Ning Yinzhu, and then felt her neck.

"Ah Ning, my wife."

It sounds like a fairy.

Ning Yinzhu swore that she couldn't think of anything else at this moment, only nodded heavily.

"Xiao Langjun, Ziyan, Ah Yao."

Qin Sang looked at her from a tilted head, and his eyes returned to their former look.

"Tomorrow..." Thinking of the current situation, Ning Yinzhu wanted to say something before being kissed by Qin Sangyao.

"Don't think about anything else today."

Ning Yinzhu nodded.

One night, Qin Sangyao slowly approached her, his fingers slowly passed her skirt, and then his fingers slid across her collarbone.

Ning Yinzhu swallowed his saliva, and then looked into his affectionate eyes.

"We make friends, are we husband and wife?"

Qin Sangyao's voice whispered in her ear.

Ning Yinzhu also gently touched Qin Sangyao's forehead, with her fingers between his hair.

"I would also like to have a close relationship with Mr. Xiaolang."

A safflower sheds dew in the middle of the night, its publicity disappears.

Ning Yinzhu's waist was pinched purple, and she pursed her lips.

"Xiao Lang-jun..."

The two hugged each other, touched each other, bowed their heads, and raised their heads.

Kiss, kiss, feel the side of the neck.

(End of this chapter)