Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 696 Why Does He Hate Me So Much?
A chill hit, Feng Nuanyang frowned, feeling uncomfortable, she let go of her hand and moved inside.

But when there was a movement just now, that big hand wrapped around her waist and pressed her domineeringly into his arms. He stretched out his big hand and rubbed her delicate cheeks, and gently breathed hot air in her ear: " Are you disgusted with your husband so quickly?"

The voice was deep and sexy, and it was so clear in this dark and quiet room that Feng Nuanyang couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. He could only reluctantly open his eyes and pushed his chest: "Stay away from me!" , It's freezing!"

Her disgusted voice was full of cuteness, she looked delicate, and looked thin, but the flesh on her body felt good to the touch.

Regardless of her repulsion, he pulled her into his arms, felt her body shiver from the cold, and the corners of his mouth curled up badly. At that moment, he slipped his hand and stuck into his clothes.

His cold hands warmed up instantly, his proud brows relaxed, Shen Qianqiao pushed him to break free.

"No, take your hand away, it's too cold..." Feng Nuanyang was quick-witted and woke up from sleepiness all over his body. He stretched out his hand complainingly and pulled his hand away, his voice full of grievance: "You bullied me all the time!"

Ming Qianjue pulled the quilt, wrapped the two of them tightly, and laughed lowly: "How can I, I can't bear it!"

Feng Nuanyang was stunned, at this moment he was holding her tightly, obviously just joking, but now he was feeling lonely.

"Nuanyang, will you not want me?" Ming Qianjue's deep voice overflowed from her arms.

Feng Nuanyang's heart ached, he stretched out his hand to touch his body, and then hugged him: "Did you go to find Sangma today?"

Ming Qianjue paused for a moment, then nodded: "I found her."

The very gentle voice made Feng Nuanyang's heart hang, guilt and panic flashed through her heart, she remembered that Situ Qingming had gone to deal with it, how could she be found so quickly?

"She..." Feng Nuanyang felt that his throat was blocked, and he was suddenly speechless.

Putting a big hand against her lips, Ming Qianjue directly propped up his body, raised his head to meet her eyes, his dark eyes showed no emotion: "She is dead."

These three simple words, with a sense of indifference, made Feng Nuanyang's heart chill, and his uneasiness slowly spread.

Feng Nuanyang had never felt that the night was so penetrating. She couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, her heart was ups and downs. At this moment, she thought a lot, but she didn't know how to speak. Afraid, with panic, but only uttered three words: "I'm sorry."

Ming Qianjue pursed her lips, turned over and lay down next to her, hugged her, put her chin on her head, and stared blankly at the dark night: "I saw that man, he told me Me, Nanny Sang was killed by him."

Feng Nuanyang's heart tightened, and she finally realized what Lian Rao meant by saying that he would handle this matter. The charges on her body were replaced by someone, but she didn't feel at ease in the slightest.

"Why do you think he did this?" Ming Qianjue suddenly tightened his arms around her, his voice filled with hatred, his chest heaving: "Nurse Sang is my only relative, and he will never let her go. I am his Son, why does he hate me so much?"

"Qianjue, what you hear with your ears is not necessarily what you see with your eyes." Feng Nuanyang's throat was dry, and she didn't know what to say. If that man was charged with this crime, the matter of him admitting his son would be even more serious. Impossible, Qianjue lost his mother, could it be that because of her, even his father would be lost?

(End of this chapter)