Silly wife of a handsome silver-haired man: Concubine Leng Yufei

Slightly turning his eyes to look at Ya next to him, this man, this man imprisoned it in the watchtower for no reason thousands of years ago, and left behind a sentence that after someone beats it, the restriction will be lifted, and it will be free.Looking at Fan Ruoyu again, did this person figure out early on that it would be attracted by its master and ask for a contract?

If so, who is this man?What is the purpose of such an arrangement?

Although it had bickered with the little white flower demon before, it also knew some news.Tens of thousands of years ago, this man and his master were inextricably linked, but why didn't it seem so to him?

The dragon's beard trembled slightly, he couldn't figure it out.Forget it, anyway, this man who is so pampered and domineering will never do anything against his master, it just feels like this.

Longma relaxed, closed his eyes and lay on Fan Ruoyu's shoulder. [

At the same time, Ya turned his head slightly, pursed his thin lips slightly, looked at the dragon horse on Fan Ruoyu's shoulders, tightened his arms and pulled Fan Ruoyu into his arms, tightly.She is his, and only his. No one can stop them from being together in this life, and no one will be able to stop them in the future.

Fan Ruoyu didn't know what was going on in Ya's mind, looked up at Ya, the corners of his lips curled up, and asked softly, "What's wrong?!"

Ya Wuyan nodded, his phoenix eyes smiled, and his thin lips parted lightly, "It's just that I usually hug you, but I'm not used to hugging you now!"

Fan Ruoyu didn't doubt that he was there, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "Then hug!" Why hug him, she just thought about it, she hugged casually here.

Ya couldn't help laughing, yes, just hug her, no matter whether she grows up or not, she is his little thing, his wife.He can do whatever he wants, he can hug him however he wants, why should he care about what is there and what is not.

With the gift of husband and wife, she is still his little thing.

"Yes," Ya said, "Hold!" The feeling of holding Fan Ruoyu in his arms again is not the same as holding him in his arms, it is still solid and complete.

When the two appeared in the hall on the first floor, Ya did not go to the private room, but casually found a table in the hall and sat down. Fan Ruoyu was still hugged in his arms. left the hall.

The two ignored the old man in Tsing Yi, poured water and drank water on their own, and didn't even give him extra glances.

The old man in Tsing Yi straightened up tremblingly, walked in front of Fan Ruoyu and Ya with a somewhat flimsy footsteps, and bowed, "Young Master Ya, madam, please see that His Royal Highness is sincerely friendly with the two of you, can you..."

"What are you doing?"

Before the old man in Tsing Yi finished speaking, a familiar and slightly tired voice came from outside the Fortune Restaurant.After three breaths, the figure was already standing at the door of the restaurant, still wearing the clothes he wore during the banquet, obviously he came here in a hurry after getting the news.

Ya raised his eyes, there was no expression in his phoenix eyes, and he nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Fan Ruoyu raised his chin slightly, his black eyes flickered slightly, "It's just right that the prince is here, can you tell us what you mean?" He raised his eyebrows and said, "I was injured for three days, and Ya will heal me! When I go out , it turned out to be surrounded by three layers of soldiers from the corner of the sky, is this how you treat guests in the corner of the sky?"

Ya pursed his lips, and there was no change in his expression. Even if there was a change, outsiders would not be able to see clearly that they had phantoms.What they called 'healing' in the past three days flashed before his eyes, bang, his handsome face was stained with a blush.