The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

He thought she was a three-year-old?Even if she was really three years old, she wouldn't believe it. www>

"My lord, if you have something to say, hurry up, if it's all right, I'll go to bed"

Feng Qining yawned, Xin'er looked at her with contempt in her eyes, she really never got enough sleep, went to bed early yesterday, slept until broad daylight, and now wants to sleep again.

How long has she been awake?Xin'er did the math, it took half a quarter of an hour to eat breakfast, and it took only half an hour to bask in the sun here, adding up, it was less than an hour, and she actually wanted to sleep again. While Xin'er despised Feng Qining, she admired her even more. she.

"Sleep, if Ning'er is so sleepy, then the king will sleep well with you" [

Zong Zhenghao's big hand wrapped around Feng Qining's waist, and his hand moved around her waist, Feng Qining's eyelids drooped, covering the murderous look in her eyes.

If she dared to eat her tofu, she would have to settle the debt sooner or later.

"My lord, I reminded you a long time ago that if you want to find someone to sleep with you, if you go to the Cangjiao Pavilion, there must be many people rushing forward."

"But this king only wants Ning'er to accompany me now."

The scar was healed and the pain was forgotten. Feng Qining blinked, and looked at Zong Zhenghao's handsome face close at hand. The two big panda eyes on his face had disappeared. Feng Qining was thinking, should she Remind him again.

Raising his hand, he was about to greet Zong Zhenghao's face. Zong Zhenghao had already prepared this time, seeing her stretch out her hand, stretched out her hand, grabbed her hand, and pulled her Pulling her into his arms, he wrapped his right hand around her waist, picked her up by the waist, sat in the chair by himself, and put her on his lap.

Feng Qining's hand was clenched, white light flashed, Zong Zhenghao felt a pain in his hand, and involuntarily let go of Feng Qining's hand, Feng Qining fell to the ground with her head straight on the ground When he fell, panic appeared in Zong Zhenghao's eyes.

The big hand stretched out towards Feng Qining, but only caught a corner of her clothes. Zong Zhenghao stretched out his hand like this, just giving Feng Qining a chance. He turned away, rubbed his forehead and the ground, and made a big bag. Feng Qining Ning's whole body lay on the ground.

"Ning'er, are you alright?"

Zong Zhenghao helped Feng Qining up, saw the big bump on her forehead, and reached out to touch her.

"Suck"

Feng Qining took a deep breath, her eyes drooped, this Zong Zhenghao must have done it on purpose, he must have seen her live too comfortably, so he wanted to torture her.