Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 690
Listening to her words, Yan Zongli felt a sudden pain in his heart. He closed his eyes to suppress the pain in his heart, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "So, my pain was worth it?"

Feng Qingluo looked down at his handsome face, sniffed and felt aggrieved: "You're still laughing, I'm almost scared to death, fortunately you're fine, otherwise I'd be a sinner."

"Silly girl."

Yan Zongli raised his hand to gently caress her face and said, "If someone bullies you in the future, just do it. You must learn to protect yourself."

Feng Qingluo blinked his eyes and asked him: "What about you? Aren't you protecting me?"

"But there are times when I can't protect you."

Yan Zongli's voice was filled with imperceptible sadness, what did he dare not promise her now?He was afraid that he would break his promise in the future, and even more afraid that he would lose her.

His heart was chaotic and painful.

"I don't care. Since you provoked me, you will be responsible to the end."

Feng Qingluo rubbed his face like a baby, suddenly, she thought of something and sat up abruptly, stretched out her hand and said: "Give it to me."

Yan Zongli was inexplicably asked by her: "What?"

"I've heard about the gift you gave me, so don't hide it."

When Feng Qingluo came, he already knew that what made Yan Zongli the murderer was a hairpin, a hairpin that he planned to give her.

She would love to see it.

Thinking of the hairpin, Yan Zongli couldn't help but frowned and said, "It's not clean, I threw it away."

Feng Qingluo was a little anxious: "Throw it away? Where did you throw it? It's not clean anywhere? I haven't seen what it looks like, I don't care if you find it for me."

Yan Zongli said: "Things found on dead people are naturally not clean. If you want me to make a new one for you, just do it."

"No, I want that."

Regardless of whether the hairpin was found on a dead person, is it clean?They were all Yan Zongli planned to give her, and to her, they were unparalleled in the world.

Feng Qingluo rolled his eyes, looked at him and said, "I don't believe you really threw it away."

As she said that, she groped around Yan Zongli's body, and as expected, she found the green jade hairpin in his arms.

What is carved on this hairpin is a green lotus flower, and the Chinese character Qiqier is engraved on the tail of the hairpin.

Feng Qingluo stroked the handwriting on it, and remembered in a trance that she had found Yan Zongli's hand was injured before, and it should have been left for carving this hairpin for her.

How could such a noble man like him do such a thing?
Feng Qingluo held the hairpin fondly, her eyes were moist, she handed the hairpin to Yan Zongli and said, "Put it on for me."

Yan Zongli took the jade hairpin and said, "It's better not to take it."

After all, it was something he found on Lian Cheng'an, and he always felt that it was unclean and unworthy of her.

"I want this, hurry up."

Feng Qingluo leaned his head closer, his unquestionable voice was a bit domineering.

Yan Zongli couldn't resist her, so he stuck the jade hairpin in her bun according to her wishes. At this moment, Feng Qingluo suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips.

This was the first time she kissed him actively.

Yan Zongli was stunned, only feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. This strong throbbing made him a little distracted, and he forgot to react.

Seeing him being so honest, Feng Qingluo couldn't help being puzzled, she frowned and looked at him with displeasure: "Please, give me some feedback, okay?"

It's like she raped a civilian man.

Yan Zongli came to his senses, he endured the churning impulse in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you tease me again, my injury will never heal."

　Distressed words. . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)