The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 353

The opponent's body was visibly stiff when Feng Canglan hugged her, Feng Canglan also noticed this.

With a strange smell and a strange touch, Feng Canglan immediately understood that he had misunderstood the person.

Just as he was about to stop and retreat, the dimly lit translation hall suddenly lit up.

Feng Canglan looked sideways, and saw Zong Zhengyu's face was black enough to drip ink, and his phoenix eyes were shining with violence and coldness.

She woke up suddenly, withdrew her hands and backed away again and again.

"Jun...Prince Shi Yu!" Feng Canglan was shocked and embarrassed.

Depend on!She hugged the wrong person!
Why is Jun Shiyu standing at her door!weird!
"Yu Yu." She looked at her with smoldering eyes, and Zong Zhengyu stepped forward step by step.

Feng Canglan pouted, "I can explain."

Woohoo!This picture is a bit like what's going on with catching rape.

"I called you just now, but you weren't here, and then there was a figure at the door, I thought you were trying to scare me." Feng Canglan was racking his brains to explain, and a long robe was draped over his shoulders.

Only then did Feng Canglan realize that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, her shoulders and calves were exposed, and she blushed instantly.

"Go in." Zong Zhengyu's unquestionable voice was commanding.

Feng Canglan, who felt that he had done something wrong, obediently went back to the house, Zong Zhengyu's cold eyes swept over Jun Shiyu, and he went back to the wing.

The veins on the back of Jun Shiyu's hands were bulging under the cuffs, and the soft fragrance was lingering in his mind.

He lowered his eyes and returned to his room.

Feng Canglan sat on the bed, anxious and frightened, Zong Zhengyu's dog temper began to be investigated, and he absolutely couldn't bear to go around.

So Feng Canglan brought out the routine he was used to again, and beat him up.

Before Zong Zhengyu could speak, his villain first complained, "Where did you go in the middle of the night?"

"I'll just take a bath and you'll be gone!"

"Could it be that I went out to meet the beautiful young lady privately!"

The first move to throw the pot away, the villain will sue first!
The second measure is to beat back.

The third trick is to reverse black and white.

"I knew it, you are tired of me, you have other dogs outside."

"Bring her back, I won't stop you."

Feng Canglan sobbed, and while wiping away tears, she peeked at Zong Zhengyu's face from the corner of her eye.

Seeing him sitting at the table as motionless as a mountain, Feng Canglan burst into tears, "Yuyu, I know that I'm old and yellow, and I'm old like yesterday. I can understand that you like pretty girls."

"If you really like it, you must bring it back. Don't disappoint the little girl."

The more she talked, the more nonsense she talked, Zong Zhengyu suddenly got up and walked towards him, Feng Canglan's heart tightened, and he shouted that it was over!

Zong Zhengyu saw her wrapped in a bath towel and hugged other men, so it would be strange if she didn't peel off a layer of skin.

Misunderstanding!What a misunderstanding!
Zong Zhengyu stopped by the bed, leaned over to look at her at the same level, his phoenix eyes were deep and dark.

Feng Canglan's heart choked up, and she forgot to cry.

The big watery eyes are full of tears, so pitiful, the eyes are red from crying, and the nose is also red.

Zong Zhengyu reached out to wipe the tears off her face with a light and gentle movement.

Feng Canglan was crying on the surface, but smiling on the inside.

If it is stable, this progress will definitely not be skinned.

Just when Feng Canglan was happy, Zong Zhengyu kissed the corners of her eyes that were full of water, but couldn't tell the emotion, "Stay on the bed for a while and cry."

There was a crack in Feng Canglan's disguised mask, and she seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

Damn God, stay on the bed and cry, Zong Zhengyu, you are overtaking in a curve!To be fined! !
Her tearful eyes stared intently at Zong Zhengyu, watching him slowly put down the bed curtain, wanting to cry without tears.

The room next door could almost hear five or six cents.

Jun Shiyu was sitting in the dark, completely exposed without even hiding anything.

The hostility and gloom around him, the anxiety between his brows, and the tight jaw showed that he was in a very bad mood at this moment.

The melodious sound didn't get quieter until the middle of the night, and it was difficult for people in the translation hall to fall asleep that night.

The thunder outside had stopped, and the light rain pattered on the ground. It should have been a good dream night, but I couldn't fall asleep.

The night passed quietly in the rain, and the sky turned white.

The sun is rising, and it's a brand new day.

After the storm last night, the moonlit country after the rain has a special flavor, just like a woman in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Today is the game of shooting this piece, which will start in the afternoon.

After being tossed and tossed last night, she only rested in the middle of the night, and Feng Canglan slept peacefully until the sun was up.

When I woke up, my throat was a little sore, and I was a little hoarse when I spoke.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Feng Canglan became angry from his heart, and kicked Zong Zhengyu, "You bastard!"

"Beasts!"

"No, beasts know restraint, you are not as good as beasts!"

Feng Canglan shouted hoarse last night, and just woke up with a hoarse voice with a kind of laziness and charm.

Zong Zhengyu was kicked awake, looking at Feng Canglan's red marks all over his body with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, he persuaded with an inexplicable danger, "Lan'er, don't provoke a man casually in the morning, you know? "

Feng Canglan was about to kick his leg again, but retreated silently.

"Sore throat?" Zong Zhengyu sat up with nothing on his body.

There are scratches on the back and chest, and there are Feng Canglan's teeth marks on the neck and shoulders, which turn blue and purple after a night.

"You still have the nerve to ask!" Feng Canglan glared viciously, and then showed with actions that he didn't want to talk to you.

Zong Zhengyu got up slowly, put on a layer of outer robe, and brought a cup of warm tea, "Run your mouth, it hurts so much, please ask a doctor to take a look."

Anger is anger, water still needs to be drunk, Feng Canglan sits up and holds warm tea.

The white neck, clavicle, and even the shoulders were red and blue, which showed that the situation was tragic last night.

But in comparison, Zong Zhengyu was even worse, being caught and bitten.

"Still angry?" Zong Zhengyu put the empty teacup aside, looking serious, "I should be the one who should be angry."

"What did you do yourself last night that you want me to recall to you?"

"I've said it all! It's a misunderstanding!" Feng Canglan choked her neck and retorted.

Zong Zhengyu's face was pale, "What are you dressing up for? I won't teach you a lesson to remember, and I will do the same in the future."

"Run with a bath towel? Are you capable?"

"I didn't..." Feng Canglan pouted and protested in a low voice, "I was taking a shower when there was lightning and thunder, so I came out to look for you and you weren't there."

"Anyway, it's your fault!"

Zong Zhengyu had no choice but to follow Feng Canglan and say, "Okay, blame me."

It was already afternoon when Zong Zhengyu finished his babbling, the carriage was already waiting outside, Feng Canglan got up lazily, put on casual clothes and tied a ponytail, and opened the door to go out.

The carriage is already waiting outside the translation hall.

Feng Canglan's face was ruddy, her brows were full of spring, and the traces of ambiguity all over her body showed what kind of encounter she had experienced last night.

As soon as the two of them left the translation office, Xuanyuan Yi walked over, looked at the red mark on Feng Canglan's neck and blurted out, "Wangfei's neck is..."

(End of this chapter)