shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Feng Fuce's faint voice came along with the heavy rain.

"Well, so, the fact that his concubine stole the mistress' child is inherently problematic."

Bai Zhi'er suddenly remembered: "That's right, if Mrs. Fan hadn't nodded, Master Ke would not dare to take a concubine."

"Since I have taken a concubine, it means that the prefect's wife approved it. It's a bit strange that such a concubine would have the guts to steal a child and want to escape from Yuzhou, where the Fan family is all over the place."

When she said this, she had been tossing with the belt for a long time.

Bai Zhi'er was a little annoyed, she sat down on the chair, exhaled, and complained in a low voice: "It's disgusting! It's so hard to wear."

Feng Fuce at the door heard her muttering: "What's wrong?"

Bai Zhi'er said: "It's okay, I'll change into another dress, this one is not easy to wear."

She stood up, and was about to go to the suitcase to pick out, but because the belt was not fastened, the sleeve fell down, and she stepped on it.

"Hey!" Bai Zhi'er let out a low cry, and leaned to one side.

When Feng Fuce heard the movement, he pushed the door open and entered in an instant.

He grabbed Bai Zhi'er, but fortunately Feng Fuce reacted quickly to prevent Bai Zhi'er from knocking on the bench.

"Why are you so careless?" He frowned and lowered his head to check if she was hurt.

But when he bowed his head, he saw that the clothes were loose in front, and his skin was fair, which was a beautiful secret.

Feng Fuce's face froze, and he raised his head to look at Fang Liang.

Bai Zhi'er didn't notice it, she tugged on the sleeve that almost made her fall, and said angrily: "If I had known earlier, I would not wear this one, not only the strap couldn't be fastened, but also almost fell."

"Brother Fuce, go out, I'll change into other clothes."

Feng Fuce's voice was deep and hoarse: "Okay."

Bai Zhi'er saw that he was leaning his neck up, without looking at the road, and went straight out, the red behind his ears was astonishing.

The girl blinked suspiciously: "Brother Fuce, why do you maintain this posture?"

The second she finished speaking, Feng Fuce bumped into the table next to him because of his distracted thoughts.

Bai Zhier: ...

Feng Fuce supported the table, calmed down: "I'm fine..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and walked out, bumping into the door frame again.

Bai Zhi'er's watery eyes were surprised: "Are you really okay? I see that your face is very red, are you sick?"

It was raining heavily just now, Feng Fuce probably got caught in the rain.

However, he insisted: "It's okay, don't worry."

The voice was still so cold and low.

Feng Fuce went out of the house, and closed the door with his backhand.

Bai Zhi'er pouted: "Weird."

She didn't take it seriously and changed to another set.

But at this moment, Feng Fuce leaning on the door, his chest heaved and he was panting heavily.

Because he is a Demon Lord, he has always been very sensitive to his surroundings.

then.

The sound of clothes falling to the ground in the room, the movement of Bai Zhi'er's hair brushing the jewels on the clothes, and the jingling of the bracelet on her wrist lightly touching the hairpin ring.

Usually, he didn't pay attention to these small voices.

But now, he didn't want to hear it, but it kept passing into his ears, stirring up the raging flame in his heart.

Feng Fuce is different from that kind of cold god.

He has the most handsome and cold appearance, but the blood flowing in his bones is full of savage domineering and possessiveness.

Feng Fuce thought of Bai Zhi'er's fairness just now, and when she spoke, she looked at his brows and eyes intently.

He could hardly contain the anger.

Feng Fuce suddenly opened his thin eyes, which were dark red.

It turned out that the word "possession", as well as this thought, was about to ignite an extreme spring in his heart.