Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Often think of those things, a Tang will be aware of the incomparable suffering.

But what about the pain?

It can't be changed in the slightest degree. Everything is just like the fact of iron clank. It can't be changed.

It's irresistible. All the pain happened to her clearly.

However, every time I mentioned these things, a Tang would not have a good face, just like now: "Huang Ying, I warn you, if you want to continue to make money, stop saying these words to me, never say these words, if you say it again, don't blame me..."

"Well, well, if you don't talk about it, you can have a rest first."

Huang Ying sighed slightly, and finally made a promise.

And when Huang Ying said this, Huang Ying stopped and did not catch up with a Tang, but the pace of a Tang kept accelerating.

Even a Tang's face was a little flustered.

what?

Do Huang Ying and yizhitang know each other? According to Leng Nianqing's observation, they knew each other, and there seemed to be some secret about yizhitang.

After sipping her lips, Leng Nianqing finally kept up.

Shortly after a Tang enters the room, Leng Nianqing pokes open the window to see it. Leng Nianqing finds out that... It turns out that a Tang is not as beautiful as he imagined, or even extremely ugly.

Because on that beautiful face, it is a face of incomparable ferocity and flesh and blood pattern.

Seeing this, Leng Nianqing suddenly thought of the time when she was treated by zicen and dongfangming. At that time, her whole body almost had no good skin.

Touching the scene, Leng Nianqing's chest is full of pain.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

A low voice suddenly rang out. Leng Nianqing quickly revived her mind. Turning her eyes, she saw a maid standing not far from her with a basin of water.

She quickly fled, and at the moment when she turned around, a Tang came out of the room. At the moment, her face was already covered on her face, but it reflected the face of a country and a city.

At the moment of hearing the voice of the servant girl, a Tang responded quickly, but when he came out, he just saw a figure who ran away in a panic. A Tang looked at it angrily and hissed: "chase, chase for me, chase for me..."

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The lanterns on the corridor pull Leng Nianqing's figure very long. There are extremely bright lights everywhere, but the footsteps behind him are resounding.

She looked around in confusion, looking for a place to escape, but there were rooms all around.

No matter, Leng Nianqing ran a distance and directly pushed open a room. He closed the door with his backhand and leaned against the door. His heart was beating.

To tell you the truth, she didn't think that she would run into such a situation when she came here to pick the butterfly Pavilion. It was an accident to see such a situation. After all, she was curious. Besides, it was the reputation of a Tang here that Leng Nianqing wanted to take advantage of.

Suddenly, the sharp palm wind quickly rolled in front of her, Leng Nianqing noticed it, quickly retreated to the side, raised his eyes, on a pair of sharp eyes.

It's dongfangming!

She didn't expect to see the true face of a Tang. In fact, what she didn't expect was that she would bump into dongfangming here. When she was meditating, dongfangming's fierce palm wind quickly came towards her, and lengnianqing quickly avoided it, although she had been training for many years.

However, Dongfang Ming's martial arts are well known. He is really very powerful. I have to convince him, but it's very powerful. She can't stop all her steps and give up all her thoughts because Dongfang Ming is powerful. She can't see Dongfang Ming's unique face.

Leng Nianqing only feels dazzling. Why is this man so cruel that everyone has to put the blame on her? Just because he only has that mouth in front of everyone, is he the righteous ninth prince?

As soon as I think of what happened in those years, the pain comes from the bottom of Leng Nianqing's heart. Dongfangming moves follow, and Leng Nianqing grows up.

In an instant, she had already swept into the air, and dongfangming had been following her. In this narrow room, they chased and hid.

Outside the door, there were bursts of eager footsteps, and even the shrill voice of a woman:

"I saw her coming in this direction. Can she disappear? Today, even if the whole caidiexuan is turned out, I can't let her escape for me! "

Dongfang Ming's thin lips are about to open. Leng Nianqing's eyes are sharp. At a glance, she quickly jumps towards Dongfang Ming. She clasps Dongfang Ming's hand and covers his mouth.

She can't let him make a noise to expose her place. She finally comes out of the third prince's mansion. Leng Nianqing doesn't want to cause so much trouble.

And how could Dongfang Ming let Leng Nianqing cover his mouth so easily? He buckled with his backhand, but Leng Nianqing caught him dead.

When they entangle each other, Dongfang Ming looks into her eyes. Qinghong is black and bright.

The scene of the past passed in Dongfang Ming's mind. Taking advantage of the flash of Dongfang Ming, Leng Nianqing quickly pushed Dongfang Ming away.

"Your business has nothing to do with me, but this is the room I reserved. You go out for me!"

The low and weak voice came immediately, and the pair of eyes on it were extremely indifferent, revealing all kinds of coldness.

That's the look in his eyes, that's the person who used the most vicious means to remove himself from her heart bit by bit.

Now, there is no shadow of him in her eyes. There is only endless disgust.

"What about your room? I'm not interested in you at all. Don't think I'll do anything to you there."

Cold read clear low smile, can't help laughing.

For dongfangming, there is no love, only hate.

What we want is to get back the pain we have suffered bit by bit, instead of going down with a sword or a knife, if that is the case.

Later, she met dongfangming several times, and she could fight dongfangming.

As soon as the words came out, Dongfang Ming narrowed his eyes in a moment. Then, as fast as lightning, he tore off the human skin mask on Leng Nianqing's face without the slightest precaution.

"It's you!"

Princess Qinghuan of the state of Chu, the imperial concubine of his nephew.

It's the master of Bai Li CI Yun again. When Leng Nianqing spoke, Dongfang Ming noticed something wrong and thought it was just a little similar in voice.