The young lady's wife is a little crazy

Chapter 839 Couple Singing Duet!

"The king of the blood clan is nothing more than that!"

Gong Yuanbei held Feng Jiujiu's little hand, and unconsciously caressed her big hand carefully.

It belongs to the interaction between the young lovers, Leng Yanhan's gaze is like a knife, staring at it firmly.

The time for playing with little hands seemed to be enough at last, and then Gong Yuanbei said, "The king of the demon clan is nothing more than that."

He was referring to threatening Feng Jiujiu.

Compete against each other.

King sees king.

Leng Xiaohan directly squinted his eyes, his body full of evil spirits.

The most surprising one was Feng Jiujiu.

As for Leng Xiaohan's identity, she only knew that he was from the Demon Race, and his identity was not low.

Little did they know, he was actually the king of the demon clan.

After knowing each other for so long, she didn't even know about it.

Leng Xiao smiled coldly, "Hehe, I am a demon, and the demons don't need to be aboveboard."

Demons only do things according to their preferences.

Dare to love and hate.

As long as you don't do anything outrageous.

Among the ten thousand races, the blood race lives too well, and every word and deed is aristocratic etiquette.

The werewolves live too rigidly, and the royal family has a strict hierarchy.

Only he, the Demon Race, can roam the world with one person and one mobile phone.

Gong Yuanbei said lightly, "Shi Jin's behavior is personal and has nothing to do with me."

"Ah!"

Mr. Jin sneezed abruptly, wondering if he caught a cold while wearing a skirt.

He never imagined that at this moment, he was unceremoniously pushed out by Gong Yuanbei to block the blame.

Feng Jiujiu silently lit a piece of wax for Gong Shijin in his heart.

Amen, may God bless you.

How did Leng Xiaohan know that the always proud blood clan, their king, would directly blame him.

The vocal music teacher called Feng Jiujiu to go over and open his voice, and he will record later.

Before leaving, I was not at ease, "Beibei, what are you going to do?"

Leng Xiaohan's complexion was not very good the whole time, Gong Yuanbei glanced at him lightly, "I believe that Mr. Leng will entertain me warmly."

Feng Jiujiu, "...".

Are you sure that guy will entertain you warmly?
After only pausing for a few seconds, she left.

Beibei is the king of the blood clan, who can bully him?

When the wind blows away, the cups, flowerpots, tables and chairs in the lounge are floating in the void.

Both of them were filled with a layer of light.

It can be regarded as a very tacit understanding, even the shots and ideas are exactly the same.

Leng Xiaohan wanted to beat Gong Yuanbei.

Gong Yuanbei had the same idea.

The king does not see the king among the various tribes. Once the king meets, a fight is inevitable.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the lounge.

The floating tables and chairs fell again.

Feng Jiujiu pushed open the door and entered, leaning out half of his body.

At that time, Gong Yuanbei was sitting on the sofa, and Leng Xiaohan was sitting on the other side.

Looks like they're on friendly terms.

Although there is still some suspicion, it is good that the two did not fight.

"Beibei, I want to say that it may take a long time. If you are busy..."

"I'm waiting for you!"

Feng Jiujiu smiled, like a small sun in the darkness, illuminating the hearts of the two men brightly.

She knew that Beibei would say that.

The reason why I came back was because I was worried that the two would fight.

Feng Jiujiu glanced at Leng Xiaohan, and said everything after all.

This made Leng Xiaohan's face darken instantly.

The door of the room was closed, and Gong Yuanbei picked up the coffee casually, "It's useless to be disappointed, she only has me in her heart and eyes, and you are just a passerby at best."

Under Leng Xiaohan's eyes, a hurricane is blowing, and some ice scum will fall at any time.

"You don't know yet, this time I recorded the song with her..." He paused, "Singing duet!"

(End of this chapter)