Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 37 Marriage Agreement
The warmth that belongs to him alone, like this, is approaching him step by step.

"Are you back?" Feng Lingche didn't speak for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse.

Wen Yang squatted beside him, the worry in his eyes was clear, "Are you uncomfortable? Why didn't you go to Mengxian Tower with Mr. Jiang and the others?"

She found the company after asking Ping Dai.

Ping Dai said that the dishes have already been ordered, and they can start when they arrive.

Wen Yang knew that it was normal for Feng Lingche not to go with them, but she never thought that he would just sit in the office without turning on the lights.

"No."

After Feng Lingche finished speaking, he put his gaze on the white gloves Wen Yang was wearing, "What is this?"

Wen Yang followed his gaze and lowered his head, "Oh, these are the Tencel Ice Gloves tempered by the Phoenix Nirvana, which can prevent the fire and poison from hurting others."

It was only after accidentally burning the expensive table in Feng Lingche's house that she remembered that there was such a treasure in the corner of her gossip bag.

Feng Lingche held her hand, even through the glove, he could feel the warmth from her hand.

He gently took off the gloves, his eyes were extremely pale, "You don't need to wear them in front of me from now on."

Although it is called Tencel Ice Thread, the material of the glove is actually not comfortable, not to mention it is horribly cold in the hand, and it still feels like a dead branch.

With Feng Lingche, she really doesn't need this thing to physically cool down, so she put the Tencel gloves into the gossip bag, "Then let's go."

She walked a few steps and found no movement behind her, so she turned around suspiciously.

However, he found that Feng Lingche, who was no different from ordinary people just now, suddenly emitted a trace of cold air all over his body.

Frost quickly formed on the eyebrows, and the face was almost transparently white. Although he was enduring it with all his strength, the pain of being soaked in the cold poison was no less than killing thousands of sharp knives on his body at the same time.

But Feng Lingche's pupils were dizzy from the pain, and he just kept silent, watching Wen Yang feel anxious.

She hurriedly ran to Feng Lingche's side, held his hand, her dark pupils were filled with distress, "How are you?"

The surging spiritual power was flowing along the hands of the two, but for some reason, there seemed to be a spiritual power in Feng Lingche's body that was restrained to repel Wen Yang, and the two forces rushed against him, causing him to slam Spit out a mouthful of blood.

Now Wen Yang's expression changed, "How could this happen?"

Obviously, I had already detoxified Feng Lingche according to the method mentioned in the book, so why didn't it work?
Could it be that his illness this time was due to the Yin-Yang Ice-Fire Curse?

If this was the case, then the restriction that repelled her just now made sense. The Ice and Fire Curse is a special solution, and ordinary spiritual power will only accelerate Feng Lingche's poisonous hair.

But now that the two are not married, how can she easily have sex with him?
Just when Wen Yang was caught in a dilemma, Feng Lingche fell off the wheelchair in pain. He curled up on the ground, his black hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat, and every part of his internal organs was frozen by cold poison. sign.

Even the blue-purple blood vessels under the skin began to turn into a long silver-white line, spreading towards the heart.

Wen Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to unbutton the cheongsam when his hand was suddenly held by Feng Lingche.

"...No." Only his faint voice escaped from the corner of his lips, but Wen Yang could hear it clearly.

"Now I...will not touch you."

Feng Lingche wiped off the blood stains on his lips with his sleeve, and with just this movement, he broke out in pain again, and his body fell towards Wen Yang uncontrollably.

Wen Yang couldn't bear the strength, and was pushed to the ground by the tall and tall man.

The two were so close together that she could almost feel his firm and firm muscles, as well as the gradually violent heartbeat.

But this simple action caused the methamphetamine in Feng Lingche's body to boil faster, and his throat suddenly became very hot.

The body actually reacted after touching Wen Yang!
Feng Lingche's pupils froze, he subconsciously wanted to push Wen Yang away, but accidentally touched her hot red lips.

At this moment, all rationality instantly collapsed!He finally couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand to grab the back of her head, and kissed her forcefully with his icy lips.

Wen Yang's eyes widened in shock, and he subconsciously pressed his hands against his chest, and immediately remembered the poison on his body, so he held back and did not push away.

With the close contact between the two, Wen Yang spent a lot of spiritual power in the ghost gate to protect Su Rao's burned tendons and gradually repaired, and his body temperature gradually returned to the state of ordinary people.

Although Feng Lingche didn't say anything, she could feel from his gradually relaxing state that he didn't seem to be in so much pain anymore.

But he didn't let go of Wen Yang, and the domineering kiss gradually became gentle.

It fell finely on Wen Yang's face.

"I will be responsible for you." Feng Lingche's voice was hoarse than before, with a sound quality like ice flakes, and the magnetism was pleasant.

Wen Yang blinked, crawled out of his arms, and by the way, helped Feng Lingche sit back on the wheelchair.

She didn't say yes, but she didn't mean to be angry either, she placed her warm hand on Feng Lingche's wrist.

After a few minutes, his expression became very solemn.

Feng Lingche's expression changed, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yang replied, "If that's right, your cold illness should occur once a week or so, right?"

Feng Lingche pondered for a while, "Yes."

Wen Yang stared at the length of the silver-white line on the inside of Feng Lingche's wrist, and frowned, "If the calculation is correct, if you attack three more times, the ice line hits your heart, and you will be completely poisoned to death."

What she said was rather cryptic. To put it bluntly, she had to have intercourse within three weeks to save his life.

How could Feng Lingche not understand, his eyes fell on Wen Yang's face, his black pupils were dark and bottomless, "Come to the company with me tomorrow to sign an agreement."

Wen Yang didn't expect him to say such a sentence suddenly, some didn't understand, "What agreement?"

A smile flashed across Feng Lingche's eyes, but his voice was still calm, and he said clearly, "Marriage agreement."

Wen Yang: "!!!"

"You don't regret it?" Instead of being shy, she looked faintly expectant.

After they get married, they can have sex!In this way, she would recover her immortal body in her previous life earlier, and ascend to the gods to settle accounts with her master.

Feng Lingche looked at her for a while, and suddenly began to wonder if the woman in front of him didn't know the meaning of intercourse at all.

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Yang thought he regretted it, and was about to ask again.

Feng Lingche interrupted her first, "Let's go, go to Mengxianlou, and go back early after eating."

Wen Yang: "..."

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Mengxian Tower.

Luo Li smelled the aroma of hot pot, and felt so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.

He couldn't help but rubbed his stomach and complained, "Mr. Feng, why haven't these two come here yet? I'm going to starve to death."

Lu Zhen sat on the other side of him, turned his head and gave Luo Li a meaningful look, "Didn't I just buy you a strawberry cake? Are you still hungry?"

(End of this chapter)