Master's Little Girl Has Grown Up

Beicheng district.

Lake Villa.

Feng Qingyan stood by the French window of the living room on the second floor, looking left and right, up and down, like a bird longing for freedom.

Under the window, at the door and in the yard, there are bodyguards patrolling with guns in their hands.

Looking into the distance, there is a green lake outside the villa.

At this moment, most of them were dyed red by the sunset.

Feng Qingyan sighed softly, and now he was dead.

She looked at the door again nervously, thinking that the devil in Beiming Yue would come back soon, and was even more restless.

Murong Jing said, "Qingyan, you'd better sit down for a while. No matter what you think, you can't escape."

Feng Qingyan turns and looks behind her.

Murong Jing stood not far from the stairs, and there were more than a dozen bodyguards standing behind her and on the stairs.

She was taken seriously.

She stared at Murong Jing and was about to open her mouth. From the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed the black car driving into the villa.

I couldn't say anything at once.

It's Beiming Yue coming back!

The car stops in front of the house. Beiming can't wait for Rong ye to get off and open the door, so he pushes the door open.

Long legs stepped out and the slender figure got off the car.

Mingming has such a beautiful face. Feng Qingyan looks at it but shivers.

The man seemed to feel her eyes, and his long and narrow charming eyes looked up.

That long lost, familiar little face finally appeared before his eyes.

The northern hell is getting thinner and narrower. It is arrogant and evil.

Feng Qingyan swallowed his saliva, and the whole man was frozen in place, with only two words in his head.

help!

The man quickly looked back and walked into the villa with long legs.

Feng Qingyan suddenly turned to look at the direction of the stairs.

A moment later, the figure of the man appeared upstairs.

Murongjing and others nodded.

"Door owner."

Beiming stared at the girl standing by the window with her eyes. Her thin lips opened and said, "you all go down."

"Yes."

Murong Jing leads the crowd away.

There are only two people left in the whole hall.

Feng Qingyan stood motionless by the window, watching Beiming Yue warily.

The more Beiming saw her, he immediately frowned and said in a cold voice, "Feng Qingyan, come here!"

Feng Qingyan whispered, "I... I don't."

Hearing this, Beiming's face became colder and colder. He strode to her and directly lifted the man.

"Ah!" Feng Qingyan was startled, and then gave a cry: "what are you... Doing?"

Beiming is colder and colder. He looks down at her and says nothing. He hugs her and walks to the bedroom.

Downstairs.

Everyone who heard the cry of Feng Qingyan was stunned. Then they heard a loud bang, the sound of closing the door.

A man looked up at the upstairs and murmured, "the sect leader is too direct! People just come back!"

Murong Jing glared at him: "shut up, what nonsense!"

The voice has just dropped.

The woman's flustered voice came from upstairs again.

"Beiming Yue, let me go! It hurts..."

People: "......"

Murong Jing scratched her hair, coughed softly, and said, "do what you should do. Don't surround yourself with gossip."

With that, he walked away.

Upstairs in the room.

Feng Qingyan was pressed on the sofa and came with a punitive kiss.

Until she felt that she was about to suffocate and die, Beiming Yue didn't let her go.

Jun looked at her unfathomably and said, "Feng Qingyan, do you think our sect should not break your legs? Hmm?"

Feng Qingyan pursed her slightly swollen lips and looked at him carefully without opening her mouth.

"Speak." Beiming Yue said again.