The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1240 Not a three-year-old child, but my little girl

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that his tone was too squeamish, and he even tried to find a way to remedy it with a hint of coquettishness. Zong Zhengyu's serious and serious voice sounded, "Yes."

"Our Lan'er is the most beautiful woman in the heaven and earth, in the Three Realms."

In this way, the smile and joy in Feng Canglan's eyes almost overflowed.

Glancing at Zong Zhengyu, avoiding his eyes, "It's so nasty, are you tired of it?"

"They're both old couples. Those who didn't know thought they were newlyweds."

"Not greasy." Zong Zhengyu suddenly became serious, and his voice became a little more serious, "Not greasy."

"Never get tired of it."

His seriousness and Feng Canglan's smile weakened a bit.

What he said was greasy was greasy, but Zong Zhengyu mistakenly thought it was boredom.

"Lan'er, she was my little wife." Zong Zhengyu's voice softened again, "It used to be, it is now, and it will be in the future."

The opposite gaze was too oppressive, Feng Canglan rolled his eyes and felt Zong Zhengyu approaching.

The joking and squabbling slowly dissipated, with a trace of nervousness and apprehension on his face.

Staring at the lacquer-like phoenix eyes, Feng Canglan's hand hanging by his side tightened, and her crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

As the opposite side gradually approached, he slowly closed his eyes.

Did not say anything, is the default, but also acceptance.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

There was no movement for a long time, Feng Canglan let out a "huh" in his heart.

Opening one eye slightly to inquire about the situation, Zong Zhengyu took down a blue-purple petal from the top of his head, "A petal fell on his head."

After speaking, he seemed to see Feng Canglan closed his eyes, "What are you doing with your eyes closed?"

Feng Canglan's cheeks flushed red, staring at the jacaranda petals that Zong Zhengyu was pinching with his slender fingers, angry and ashamed.

What are you doing with your eyes closed?
What else can you do with your eyes closed! ?

on purpose!
Zong Zhengyu definitely did it on purpose! !
Her bright autumn eyes were filled with anger, and her fair cheeks were also stained with a tinge of blush because of anger, "None of your business!"

She roared half-ashamedly, and snatched the jacaranda petals that Zong Zhengyu took off from the top of her head, "I just like it on top of my head!"

"Who wants you to take it! Just meddle in your own business!" Zong Zhengyu deliberately watched her make a fool of herself!
Long time!

After shouting, Feng Canglan angrily turned around against the crushed petals.

As soon as she turned around, a hand hooked her waist, bringing back the steps she had stepped out.

Zong Zhengyu put his arm around Feng Canglan's slender waist, put his chin on his shoulder, and said in a gentle voice, "Lan'er is angry."

"No!" He said no, but his tone was particularly aggressive.

I almost didn't write the four big words "I'm angry" on my face.

"Do not be angry."

"I'm angry!"

"I just..." As soon as she spoke, all words were blocked in her mouth.

The cold touch is gentle and careful, with a sense of comfort.

Feng Canglan's eyes widened, looking at the person close at hand, he could feel his apology.

"Lan'er." Zong Zhengyu moved away, rubbed the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and looked from his red lips to his bright eyes, "Don't be angry, be good~"

The gentle voice coaxed softly, just like coaxing a child not to cry.

Feng Canglan was stunned for a moment, blushing a little, muttering in a very low voice, "I'm not a three-year-old child."

Every time she is with Zong Zhengyu, she seems to be like this for no reason!

She is Feng Canglan!The person who lives and kills in the Three Realms in the palm of his hand!

An existence above the gods!

Why was Mao coaxed by Zong Zhengyu as a three-year-old kid! ! !
The essential!She's still a little relieved!

Zong Zhengyu's eyebrows were clear and light, and he rested on Feng Canglan's forehead, his voice was affectionate and gentle, "It's not a three-year-old child, it's my little girl."

(End of this chapter)