Miss Poison Doctor

Chapter 343
When the word "rogue" jumped into her mind uncontrollably, Feng Qingge almost broke the cup in her hand in shock.

Are you kidding me?
How could she suddenly think of this word?

Feng Qingge shook her head quickly, and took a deep breath in the carriage.

The carriage they are riding in now is dedicated to Yun Jingyan.

On the way here, Thirteen insisted on taking her carriage.

When going back now, because there was an extra Long Linghan, Yun Jingyan readily gave up his carriage without even thinking about it.

It has to be said that, as a special carriage for the prince, Yun Jingyan's carriage is really not ordinary luxury.

Not to mention that the area is twice as large as her carriage, and inside the carriage, there are cushions, pillows, fruit plates and pastries, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, all of which are readily available.

Even the incense used in the car is a good agar spice.

"Sister Qingge, are you okay?"

Inside the carriage, seeing Feng Qingge in a daze, Yun Jingyan waved his hand in front of her face.

"I'm fine." Feng Qingge quickly recovered.

When meeting the gazes cast by Lu'er and Yun Jingyan, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Is the water too hot? Come, let me cool you down."

A pair of big hands behind him suddenly stretched out.Immediately afterwards, Yun Linghan's low, mellow and clear voice came.

"No, there's no need."

Feng Qingge hurriedly refused.

"Ok?"

A threatening nasal voice sounded from above his head, and Yun Linghan's eyes quickly became dangerous.

this woman...

How dare you refuse him?

"...Thank you."

Feeling the cold air that began to ooze out from behind her, the corners of Feng Qingge's mouth twitched, and she changed her words very spinelessly.

"you are welcome."

The corners of Yun Linghan's pretty lips curled up, and the cold air all over his body suddenly dissipated.

Stretched out five slender fingers, squeezed the cup in Feng Qing's singer, and carefully blew for her.

Against the backdrop of the black sleeves, Yun Linghan's slender fingers pinched the white jade-colored cup in his hand, exuding an inherent elegance and nobility from his bones.

Beautiful rose-colored lips, carefully blowing the heat that does not exist in the cup, exuding a natural charm all over her body.

Yun Jingyan and Lu'er have long been fascinated by that cold charm and elegance.

Yun Linghan raised his eyes with a faint smile, raised the cup in his hand, and handed it to Feng Qingge's mouth.

"Try it, it's not hot anymore."

"Thank you."

Feng Qingge raised her hand to pick it up.

"No need, I'll feed you." Yun Linghan refused.

Holding the cup with one hand, he handed it to Feng Qingge's mouth, and with the other hand, he put his arms around Feng Qingge's waist.

"No, no need"

The hot mist, mixed with the pleasant smell of ambergris, blows towards the face.

Feng Qingge was only halfway through her refusal when she was stopped by the tea.

"Open your mouth, good boy."

A deep voice sounded from above the head.

Yun Linghan looked at the obedient little woman in her arms who opened her mouth, her eyes as black as a deep pool, and suddenly became extremely happy.

Ok……

Charming, gentle, considerate, rascal.

He seemed to understand the last one of Zuo An's eight-character mantra.

Thinking of this, Yun Linghan's eyes suddenly became bright like fireworks.

Feng Qingge had just finished drinking a glass of water when he stretched out his big hand, quickly filled the second glass, and quickly handed it to her mouth.

"Qingge, come... have another drink."

(End of this chapter)