The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 890 It seems that you have to prepare second-hand

There was a delicate sound between the kisses, and Feng Canglan only felt an explosion in his head.

She knows it!Zong Zhengyu is definitely suppressing something.

Wanting to ask clearly, the plain hand pressed against Zong Zhengyu's chest and wanted to push it away, but he didn't intend to leave at all. Instead, he changed his position and kissed more intently.

The original taste is enough to completely indulge in nostalgia.

Seeing the paranoia in Zong Zhengyu's half-downcast eyes, she was shocked.

What happened?
How could Yuyu be like this?
"Not attentive."

After the three words fell, Zong Zhengyu let go, and Feng Canglan seized the opportunity to ask for clarification, but just as he was about to open his mouth, the exclamation sounded first, "Ah!"

Her body was suddenly out of balance, she subconsciously put her arms around Zong Zhengyu, "Yu Yu?"

Zong Zhengyu didn't respond, he supported Feng Canglan's legs with one hand, and walked straight into the house with his arms around his waist.

Entering the main hall, he kicked Feng Canglan with his arms around him and walked towards the bed, carefully putting her down.

Zong Zhengyu supported Feng Canglan's sides with both hands, and looked down, forming a very oppressive posture.

The eyes of the two intertwined and their breaths were intertwined.

Feeling unnaturally stared at by the opposite gaze, Feng Canglan quietly shifted his gaze away, and just as he turned his head, Zong Zhengyu pinched his jaw and forcibly turned back.

Before he could speak, his mouth was covered with softness.

"Yuyu..." she whispered, but Zong Zhengyu ignored it and deepened their kiss.

The face of being kissed was flushed, panting unevenly.

She immediately put her hands on his chest, "Yuyu...you are in a bad mood."

Not an inquiry, not a question, but an affirmation.

After getting along for many years, she knows Zong Zhengyu too well.

After coming out of the space, his mood was obviously not right.

Today is even more like being triggered.

"I'm not in a bad mood."

Zong Zhengyu avoided his eyes, and even more so, avoided this question.

This thought of escaping was caught by Feng Canglan, and she grabbed his skirt with both hands, "You have, tell me honestly."

You have to speak out when you are angry, who knows if you are sullen?
In the end, I am angry with myself here.

"Are you angry? Why? Are you angry with me?" She asked repeatedly.

Zong Zhengyu stared into Feng Canglan's serious eyes, looked at each other for a while, and his heart softened instantly, "I'm afraid."

is worried.

Lan'er's suicide in the space had a huge impact on him, and he was afraid that it would really happen.

The madness is even worse today.

"Afraid?" She frowned and stared, motioning to continue.

He lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid... the matter of space will actually happen."

I am afraid that one day, I really can only watch Lan'er lose my breath but there is nothing I can do.

"will not."

Finally figured it out, Feng Canglan sighed helplessly, "That's because I knew it was fake, so I did that."

"I regret my life."

"With you and Liucang, I want to live well."

"Hmm." Even so, Zong Zhengyu was still in a dull mood.

Feng Canglan laughed out loud, put his arms around Zong Zhengyu's neck and leaned closer, kissed his ear, "Don't be unhappy."

Zong Zhengyu's pupils were well-read, and he lowered the window curtain with his backhand.

Spring is in full swing, everything is revived, the sun shines on the ground, and two butterflies dance around the jacaranda tree.

Under the tree, a figure stood with his hands behind his back under the jacaranda tree.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his slender and thick eyelashes cast a shadow under the sunlight.

As the spring breeze blew, the skirt and robe moved slightly, and the blue hair fluttered slightly.

After a long time, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were fixed on a certain direction, and his voice was unhurried, "It seems that we still need to make second-hand preparations."

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