The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1640 I thought you really ignored me
Feng Canglan looked forward from behind on tiptoe, "Oh, so it's my little husband."

"The unhappy appearance is also handsome, I am fascinated~"

The essence that Feng Canglan has grasped since the first meeting, is still often used up to now.

"Come and see, my lady, I'm in a bad mood if this is the case."

"Who made my husband angry~"

The methods that have been tried and failed in the past have not worked at all this time.

Zong Zhengyu maintained the posture of being hugged by Feng Canglan from behind, motionless.

Wan Duzi, this time the snub was a bit long, I'm really angry.

"Yuyu~"

Feng Canglan wrapped her arms around her narrow waist and clasped her hands on Zong Zhengyu's back. She tiptoed and softly whispered behind his ear, like a man-eating fairy, "Husband~"

"Sister-in-law~"

"Don't be angry."

"Husband~"

Zong Zhengyu still didn't respond to the call, which was louder than the sound.

This is all right?
Then she can only...

Feng Canglan turned from the back to the front, seeing Zong Zhengyu's indifferent appearance, he immediately thought of Zong Zhengyu's appearance when he was still a Buddha.

Thinking of this, Feng Canglan's mouth curled into a smirk.

With one hand on Zong Zhengyu's thick chest, his slender fingers traced his cold and ascetic eyes.

Her brows are affectionate, her eyes are full of autumn water, she is completely a female fairy who seduces the Buddha.

The onion fingers that caressed her brows and eyes slid all the way to her lips, her eyes were upturned and she tiptoed close to her, and her vermilion lips breathed like blue in her ears, "Brother g... ah."

Feng Canglan exclaimed before he could fully call out.

The waist was imprisoned by a strong hand against the edge of the table.

"Lan'er."

The deep voice was slightly hoarse, and Zongzheng Yufeng's dark eyes seemed to swallow Feng Canglan.

Seeing Zong Zhengyu's appearance like this, Feng Canglan raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a triumphant smile in the corners of his raised eyes.

She folded her arms on the back of Zong Zhengyu's neck, and smiled sweetly, "I thought you really ignored me."

"Are you still angry?"

"Okay~" Feng Canglan tiptoed and kissed Zong Zhengyu's thin lips, "Don't be angry."

"I'm so happy that An Ran survived a desperate situation and became a god, I left my brother in the cold~"

"Lan'er knows it's wrong."

"January." Zong Zhengyu's voice was deep, and he finally responded.

In January he was like a transparent person.

Lan'er only has Feng Anran in her eyes, and she is always by her side.

It's a little closer than his husband.

"Oh." Feng Canglan leaned closer, resting his head on Zong Zhengyu's chest, "Isn't that because I'm so happy?"

"Sir, don't be angry."

After speaking, he raised his head and kissed Zong Zhengyu's chin, "I will make it up to you."

"Comfort your husband's little mood of being neglected."

"Not enough." Two words showed what he meant.

The corner of Feng Canglan's mouth was stained with a smile, and it was a good thing to respond again.

She tiptoed to kiss her thin lips again, and just as she was about to leave, she was pinned down on the back of her head, and there was nowhere to escape even if she wanted to escape.

Zong Zhengyu deepened this kiss that was tasted and ended, and kept asking for it, as if to make up for the neglect during this time.

Feng Canglan hooked Zong Zhengyu's neck with both hands, and kept retreating until he reached the gate of the palace, where there was nowhere to retreat. Zong Zhengyu pushed against the door and was imprisoned between his small hands.

After a long time, Zong Zhengyu backed away slowly, watching Feng Canglan's bright red lips move up, staring at those bright eyes, leaning over and kissing them.

"Don't dare to ignore me..."

Feng Canglan hurriedly answered, "Don't dare!"

Looking at Feng Canglan's shining eyes, Zong Zhengyu's aura instantly vented, and the brows were filled with warmth, "It really killed me."

(End of this chapter)