"We're okay, at least we can come across such a beautiful ring, unlike some women who don't even have the chance to touch it."

A boudoir friend who knew Leng Yuefeng and Leng Meiying's grievances looked at Leng Meiying with a sneer, and the others immediately followed her gaze, and their eyes gradually became abusive.

"Oh, it turns out that Miss San, the trash of Zhen Guohou's mansion, is also here, hehe, I don't think she has a chance to touch this precious interspatial ring, because our generous Sister Feng will definitely give her the interspatial ring." of."

"Yes, yes, Sister Feng's belly is astonishingly large."

Listening to these flattering words, Leng Yuefeng felt as if she had been enlightened.

Just when she was going to let Leng Meiying touch her baby ring with a "pregnant belly", a disdainful voice suddenly sounded.

"It's just such a broken ring, do you have the nerve to show it off?"

Leng Yuefeng's triumphant smile suddenly froze, and the other women around her looked along the voice in surprise, all sighing, who is so brave to laugh at the future queen.

When Leng Meiying heard this voice, her expression that had not changed until now finally had a slight ripple. The piece of juan cloth with his name written on it in her bosom seemed to become warmer at this moment, scorching hot. Her little face flushed slightly.

The crowd stepped aside one after another. A nine-foot-tall man with a tiger-head sword hanging from his waist, his left hand habitually tapped on the handle of the tiger head, with a cynical face, and a man with a permanent nine-inch-five-inch footstep Come with your head held high.

Seeing this familiar smile, Leng Meiying felt a tinge of warmth inexplicably.

This person is naturally Feng Tianche who disappeared for more than a month without any reason.

There seemed to be an invisible force on his body, and the crowd in front of him gave way one after another, allowing him to walk over calmly.

Naturally, Leng Yuefeng also recognized him. He was the one who completely defeated the two deep palace masters next to the second prince with just one move, and even knocked their teeth to the ground, making a big 'bitch' Character.

Seeing Feng Tianche approaching step by step, Leng Meiying hummed softly.

You bastard, although this ring is worn on Leng Yuefeng's hand, it was forged by this lady, and dare to say that this lady forged a broken ring...

Leng Meiying just wanted to teach him a few words, but Feng Tianche had already bullied her and looked down at her, the difference between their noses was less than five centimeters.

Looking at this delicate little face that is even more perfect than Jasper, Feng Tianche smiled wickedly, stretched out his hand with his index finger to pick up Leng Meiying's jade-like chin, and smiled.

"Little sister, do you miss me?"

Without waiting for Leng Meiying to answer, he said again: "You only want to think about three times a day? Only eight hours at a time? Hey, you really don't have to miss me too much. You see, you want me to lose weight..."

Leng Meiying really wanted to slap him out with a slap in the face, but the slightest thrill from seeing him for the first time had already turned into anger.

"Why did you come here?" Leng Meiying asked half puzzled, half annoyed.

"Of course I miss my dearest little sister. For you, I don't think about tea or food, so I ran over eagerly. How about it, don't you thank me? Well, since you are so grateful to me, then I'll just force you to kiss me, don't stick out your tongue, or I'll bite you..."

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