The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1556 Is it clean now?

Liu Cang walked with a long sword behind his back, looked at the cakes on the table and tried to grab them but was stopped by Feng Anran, "I made this for my sister."

By implication you can't eat it.

Liu Cang's outstretched hand froze, and then retracted it.

Feng Canglan watched the undercurrent surge between the two children, his eyes flickered.

Who likes Liu Cang with a cold face?

Our little Anran is a soft girl, how could she like this kind of thing.

Zong Zhengyu walked past Liu Cang, looking at Feng Canglan watching the play with a piercing expression and helplessness, "You can eat cakes to your lips."

He leaned over, brushing the corners of his lips with bony fingers.

The two were so close that their noses almost touched.

The moment is ambiguous and charming.

Liu Cang glanced at the two of them, switched hands and led An Ran with a sword, and walked out.

An Ran struggled, "My sister hasn't finished eating yet, I want to put away the plate."

"I'll collect it in a while. I'm hungry and want to eat."

After An Ran's meal, seeing that most of the cakes were still there, she could only nod, "Then I'll go and cook for Xiao Liucang, just now my sister praised me for the delicious food."

Liu Cang's phoenix eyes were deep, and a cold voice sounded, "It's not little Liu Cang, I'm not young."

He is really big.

"Okay, okay, little Liu Cang~" An Ran even stretched out her hand to pat the top of Liu Cang's head, imitating Feng Canglan to her.

Liu Cang's eyes sank slightly, and he grabbed An Ran's wrist and took it out.

"Little Liucang, how dare you drag me! I want to sue my sister!"

"Leave the bad guys!"

Looking at An Ran who was dragged out by Liu Cang, Feng Canglan had an aunt smile on his face, completely satisfied, and had already started to smack CP.

Hmm~ Qing Leng Xian Jun and Ruan Meng Xiao Che Niang are really cute.

Feng Canglan looked at it vigorously, and his jaw was held and twisted forcibly.

He met a pair of deep and deep Ruifeng eyes, "There are pastry crumbs at the corner of the mouth."

"Ah? Oh." Feng Canglan raised his hand to wipe it, and looked at Zong Zhengyu with a lost expression.

Zong Zhengyu stared at the red lips, the thin lips parted slightly, and the magnetic voice slowly overflowed, "It wasn't wiped clean."

After all, leaned in and kissed.

Feng Canglan's eyes slightly opened, looking at the person in front of him who closed his eyes seriously, and leaned on Zong Zhengyu's shoulder with the hand holding the pastry.

A kiss is sometimes ferocious like a storm, and sometimes gentle like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

After a long time, Zong Zhengyu retreated half a point.

Feng Canglan slowly opened his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, "Is it clean now?"

Seeing the teasing smirk in Feng Canglan's eyes, Zong Zhengyu kissed again, "No."

He held Feng Canglan's chin and put his arms around her waist.

Occupy absolute dominance and leadership.

The kiss went from soft and gentle to fierce and domineering, and there was a tendency to be unstoppable.

Feng Canglan softly called "Yu Yu" but got no response, in exchange for Zong Zhengyu to be more serious.

Holding the person in my arms, imprisoning my sweetheart.

My mind was filled with the provocative words that the puppet said.

If Feng Canglan knew that he was cooperating with her, if he knew that he had done it, what would be his expression.

What will Lan'er look like?
Can't think or dare to think.

Because he knows the result better than anyone else.

"Yuyu?"

Finding that something was wrong with Zong Zhengyu, Feng Canglan frowned slightly and pressed his shoulder to push away.

As soon as Zong Zhengyu grabbed the hand that was pushing away and approached, a bloody smell spread in his mouth.

"Knocked to the mouth."

Zong Zhengyu's kissing movement stopped abruptly, and he stepped back a few inches to see the red lips that were coughing because they were too close.

The corners of her lips were stained with blood, flirtatious and gorgeous, breathtaking.

Not like a cold and holy goddess, but more like a frightening goblin.

Make people willing to surrender and sacrifice everything and even their lives.

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were dark, his fingertips wiped off the blood on the corner of his lips, his eyes were stained with worry, "Does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)