Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

The night before Lin xian'er and Leng got married, a heavy snow came whistling down like a goose feather, and the whole earth was covered with a layer of silver white new clothes.

As a princess, Lin xian'er has the support of a prince and father. Even if there was a joke at the wedding before, since the wedding dares to go on, there is no lack of style.

Firecracker with Ming, festive feast, ten li red makeup, the whole palace, is a celebration, the house is busy, there is no time to rest.

What's more, all the restaurants around are free of charge. The money for drinks is paid by Lin Qinghou alone. Everyone praises Lin Qinghou's wealth.

Nangong Beibei is sitting on the stone bench, playing with a snowball in the palm of her hand. Lengfeng and the grand occasion of Lin Xianer's wedding, she heard.

Although she said that all those things had passed and told herself not to think about them, she could not help thinking about them. Lengfeng promised her that she would marry her. That day, I didn't mean to let her get married, but I was in love for a moment. She thought that she would put on the Phoenix crown for the cold wind, but finally put on the bridegroom's red dress, but not for her.

Nangong Beibei said she didn't care, but she still cared. She also thought about the dead child, why her child died, and they, Lin xian'er, were still well.

Nangong Beibei clenched his hand. As soon as his fingers tightened, the temperature and strength of the palm, the snowball was slowly melting, but it was piercing cold.

"So grown-up, still playing with snow, don't you want your hand?" Just like the sound of a small stream, the voice of running water rings out. On her shoulders, she turns her eyes to see that she has put on a fox Cape, and instantly feels a trace of warmth.

Nangong Beibei didn't know how to answer this sentence. He had already stretched out his hand, slowly pulled open her fingers, and swept away the remaining little ice. His voice was very stable: "don't do this again. You should take good care of your parents."

"Well."

Sure enough

He glanced at Nangong Beibei, who didn't know where he was going, and sighed softly: "Beibei, you still care about the cold wind in your heart. If you still care, you should take back what belongs to you. If you don't want to see her again, take advantage of this time to leave with Xiaodong."

He was still worried. He felt uneasy. Lin xian'er would not let Nangong Beibei go so easily. Even if Lin xian'er would give up, Lin Qinghou would not give up.

At this time, it's just that everyone's eyes are on Lin xian'er and Leng Feng. It's not good to make some noise.

"I don't care." She was just a little uncomfortable. After all, she remembered the past and wanted to take Xiaodong away, but now, she can't go.

She can't ignore Xiaodong. What's more, she doesn't need to escape!

Unintentionally, she quietly looks at Nangong Beibei, knowing that she is right and wrong, and doesn't say anything any more.

"Young master, someone gave this to Beibei." In the wind, Aunt Liu's voice with a little doubt suddenly rang out. She looked along the voice and saw Aunt Liu holding a beautiful gift box in her hand.

"Mine?" Nangong Beibei frowned. There are not many people here. Who would want to give her something?

"Give it to me." Unintentionally light voice, has stretched out a hand, a hands, Qianqian slender, scallion white as jade, very good-looking.

Nangong Beibei didn't have any opinions. Aunt Liu gave the box to Wu Xin. Wu Xin opened the box and saw it, but her brow sank.

Inside is a fire red invitation. The person who can send this is afraid that it's just the palace. This is a provocation. I didn't mean to tell Nangong Beibei about it, but Nangong Beibei had already seen it. She moved quickly and picked up the invitation.

I also saw a letter under the pressure. When I opened it, it was written by Lin xian'er, inviting her to the wedding. The letter said that her wedding with Lengfeng was inseparable from her.

The deliberate provocation, Nangong Beibei angry, black eyes suffused with cold light, the letter, in her hands instantly became fragments, like an hourglass, pieces fell from her fingers.

"Beibei..." she didn't worry.

Nangong Beibei's palm gathered strength, and the invitation was absorbed by her. She took it steadily in her hand, leaped, and quickly disappeared in front of her eyes, running towards the palace.

With the invitation in hand, the bodyguard waiting outside the door did not dare to stop him. Without saying a word, he let Nangong Beibei go. Nangong Beibei was unimpeded, but he saw the prosperity of the wedding banquet.

Cold wind, Lin Qinghou holding a glass with the public toast wine, quite drunk Fang Xiu's meaning, Nangong Beibei lips cold brought up a smile.

This is the so-called sorry?

From her point of view, to be able to become the son-in-law of the forehead is the most joyful and celebratory thing for him. Nangong Beibei said with a smile, "today you are married to her. How can I say that I should give her a big gift, too?"

All of a sudden, Lengfeng sees Nangong Beibei step by step. Her scalp is numb. There are so many experts here. Isn't she here to die?

Lengfeng makes a mouth to Nangong Beibei and signals her to leave. However, Lin Qinghou's face is very blue. Since Nangong Beibei has been sent to her home, how can she refuse to accept it?

"Somebody, take her down for me." The voice of Lin Qinghou was deep.

"Wait a minute." A gentle and clear voice rang, and Lin xian'er lifted the red cap, revealing the delicate face under the cap.

Red lips and white skin, dignified and gentle, between the eyebrows, but also a bit of flattery.

"I sent an invitation for her to come here. How could Xianer's wedding miss her sister?" Lin xian'er smiles gently with friendliness, but only Nangong Beibei knows how fake and artificial the smile is!

"Put the lid on, and stop fooling around." Lin Qinghou's face was heavy, his eyes were deep, but he was cold. The bodyguard around him had already been ready to go, just waiting for an order.

At this kind of scene, the guests all looked at the joke. Although Lin Qinghou made friends with many people, he also offended many people.

"My husband said that on the wedding day, you don't have to abide by the heavy etiquette and hold me through the door. Now that my sister is here, I should be friendly to her. " When Lin xian'er laughs, her eyes are full of provocations. An invitation and a letter are just to attract Nangong Beibei.

At that time, the guests were no doubt surprised and began to talk about it. Lin Qinghou's daughter was really different. She had a pair of eyes, staring at their direction with a smile.