Master's Little Wife Is Tigress But Alluring

Privately, is that what Rong Yan calls Yun Wan?

He followed Rong Yan's eyes and swept to the door.

'yunwan' was wearing a white gauze skirt, with long hair scattered over his shoulders. His face was not powdered. He stood quietly at the door, looking at Rong Yan with his eyes very dull.

Rong Yan was almost stunned. He hurried to yunwan.

But when he was at the door, he suddenly stopped and saw the face of 'yunwan' carefully.

"No, you are not your highness... You are not yunwan..." he could not help but step back.

At this moment, Li mingjue walked behind him and pressed his shoulder.

"Rong Shao is really good at seeing things. She is really not Yun wan..."

"But don't you recognize her as Yun Wan when you see her? This fully shows that the gift I gave you is beyond your imagination."

Rong Yan's eyes were full of horror. He turned stiffly and looked at Li mingjue.

"Where on earth did you find such a man like yunwan?"

Li mingjue hooked his lips and smiled. He reached out to hold yunwan's wrist and pulled her into his arms.

'yunwan' was obedient and crouched in his arms obediently.

Lord Li Ming held her slender waist, and his eyes were full of wanton cold.

"Speaking of it, this person, she and Yun WAN are still somewhat related by blood. Since they are related by blood, it is not surprising that they look like each other."

"In terms of seniority, she should be Yun Wan's little aunt. You must know this, too?"

Rong Yan's eyes flickered slowly.

He was stunned. The girl who was held in his arms by Li mingjue, but did not struggle.

He said her name word by word: "Zhaowan... She is Zhaowan."

Li mingjue nodded noncommittally: "well, Rong Shao really knows her."

"Zhao Wan's appearance is almost fiveorsix like Yun Wan. Now, I've asked people to dress up according to Yun Wan's usual style. She almost seems to have reached ninetynine."

Rong Yan's eyes, uncontrollable, almost greedy, coagulated Zhao Wan's cheeks.

His hands trembled uncontrollably.

Yes, it is.

Zhao Wan went to this station. As long as she didn't speak, almost no one could tell that she was a fake.

Rong Yan could not help but slowly stretched out his hand and touched her cheek.

Li mingjue smiled softly, pushed Zhao Wan out of his arms and sent him into Rong Yan's arms.

Rong Yan was stunned. At the next moment, Wen Xiang warmed the jade into his bosom.

His breath was stifled, and his palm tightly hugged her waist.

This embrace was once his dream for countless times.

Whether in a dream or 5000 years ago, he had delusions.

Li mingjue looked at Rong Yan's reaction. He was very satisfied with the effect.

He took a cigarette out of his arms and lit it.

The white smoke suddenly diffused from the air.

"I knew you didn't dislike women, but your heart. A woman stole your heart long ago. I'm afraid that no matter how hard you try, you can't take it away from Li Hanxiao. Now, I've found a fake of yunwan, which should satisfy your fantasy temporarily?"

"The Spring Festival is short and the wedding is full of flowers and candles. I will not be here. I will waste your time and destroy your good deeds. Please treat her gently. She is so obedient and obedient, so she should love her well..." Li mingjue smiled with interest, and then turned to leave the room.