Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Asked this question, let Su Xiaomo and Su Xiaoye look at Feng Qianmo with curious big eyes.

They also want answers.

For a moment, the courtyard was silent, as if we could smell each other's breathing.

Slowly, the man's thin lips opened slightly, with a slight smile: "nature, sincerity."

Su Yue was slightly stunned. The big stone in his heart also fell impressively. He was almost imperceptibly relieved.

"Sun's son-in-law, stay today and grandpa will make decisions for you."

"OK." The man raised his lips and smiled in his Phoenix eyes.

When Su Xiaoye and Su Xiaomo heard that Su Yue admitted the man, they happily slapped each other.

"Ouye! Uncle, you will be my father in the future!" Su Xiaomo jumped to Feng Qianmo's side, grabbed his clothes and exhaled loudly.

Su Xiaoye also rarely had a pale little face red. He slowly moved his steps to fengqianmo's side, and waxy called out, "good daddy."

Listening to the voices of the two children, Rao is a man as hard as a stone will be melted.

The man's heart softened and squatted down to caress the child's head.

"Eh, sister, why do you call dad beautiful dad?" At this moment, Su Xiaomo seemed to realize that her sister's name was very strange.

Uncle has been wearing a ghost mask. He is also curious about uncle's appearance.

Su Xiaoye snorted coldly: "because only I have seen the appearance of beautiful Dad!"

Feng Qianmo smiled and stood up.

Su Yue is looking at them. At the moment, she is very happy.

From this point of view, Feng Qianmo can really play the role of his father.

……

When Su Yun entered the room, Jing Rong followed.

"Miss, the master..." Jingrong hesitated to say something.

Su Yunqin was washing the paint on his face with a special potion and said indifferently, "just ask what you want."

"In fact, it would be nice if he were an uncle..." Jing Rong lowered her head and lowered her voice.

Su Yunqin suddenly turned around and looked at her.

Shit!

What on earth did the great devil fall in love with her people Soul medicine, standing behind him one by one, was like a ghost.

Jingrong was stared at by her own young lady. She clicked at the bottom of her heart and quickly whispered, "young lady, go and pick up the young master and young lady first."

After that, she ran away with oil on the soles of her feet.

Su Yunqin reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and continued to bend over and bury his face in the basin for cleaning.

This paint is really difficult to wash on her face. Fortunately, she has prepared a special potion, which can easily dissolve her makeup.

But the water covered her eyes. She narrowed her eyes and fumbled around with her hands. It seemed that she wanted to pull a cloth towel to wipe her face.

But I didn't find the cloth towel after groping for a long time.

Suddenly, someone handed her the cloth towel.

Su Yunqin thought it was Jingrong who had gone back and forth, so he said impolitely, "Jingrong, have you come back so soon?"

She wiped the water stains on her eyes.

But suddenly a man's deep smile sounded in his ear.

Magnetic and pleasant, exciting as fiddling with strings.

Hearing the sound, Su Yunqin put down the cloth towel to wipe his face and suddenly raised his head to look at the man who unexpectedly broke into her boudoir!

"Shit, who allowed you into my boudoir?"

With his hands behind him, the man looked around the room and looked back and forth, as if he were reviewing the tasks of his subordinates.

This man always has a natural imperial spirit, crazy, arrogant, bullying and strong.

"What's wrong with entering your fiancee's boudoir?" He glanced at the room and found a seat.

Su Yunqin rolled his eyes, stepped forward and stood in front of him, forking his waist.

"Murong has no intention. You can really do anything to cure your brother?"

After all, there is not much contact between them. She must not believe that he has feelings for himself.

The only explanation for his strange behavior this time can only be for his brother's illness.

Su Yunqin's words made the man take back his eyes, lean his body slowly on the chair and look at her with great interest.

Her exaggerated makeup was washed off her face, and her exquisite and beautiful little face was exposed. A woman's eyes, a red lips wriggle, all with frightening beauty.

So girl, if you go out and shake around with this face, I'm afraid you'll have to attract many men.

When Feng Qianmo thought of this, his eyebrows behind the mask wrinkled, obviously thinking of too many rival lovers he might face in the future.

"Why don't you answer me? I'm right?"

"No." He retorted, "Miss Su should have heard a word."

"What?" Su Yunqin put down his akimbo hand and looked at him puzzled.

Feng Qianmo said slowly, "take a long line and catch big fish."

Su Yunqin frowned and stood in place, pondering his words carefully.

Just then, the man stood up, and the tall figure immediately enveloped her. He bent his head slightly on her ear side, brushed the hot breath on her ear side, and said low, "you are the big fish."

With the fragrance blowing on his body, and because of the excessively hot breath shaking in his ears, Su Yunqin's heart beat out of order.

What's going on?

Her heart beats very fast!

"You..." she wanted to scold him for being shameless, but Jingrong's voice sounded first.

"Miss, ah!" Jingrong just knocked on the door, but the door didn't close. It happened that they saw their bodies close together, as if they were whispering... Jingrong realized that he seemed to have disturbed their good deeds, and was annoyed in his heart.

She blushed and apologized: "Miss, maidservant, maidservant didn't mean it. You continue..."

"Go on what? Go on, what's the matter?" Su Yunqin astringed his eyes, stepped back a few steps, followed the wind, thousands of ink opened the distance, turned his head and stared at Jing Rong.

Jingrong swallowed his saliva and said, "the old man said that for dinner tonight, please go to the east hospital with your aunt."

"Oh." Su Yun responded.

Then I found something wrong. How did this "Uncle" come from?

She opened her eyes and corrected, "what uncle, don't shout!"

Jingrong secretly spits out his tongue and explains wrongly: "yes... It was ordered by the old man."

Su Yunqin could hardly laugh or cry.

Her grandfather is really great.

She turned to look at the man. The man was looking at her. Not surprisingly, his eyes were opposite.

Through the mask, she seemed to see into the bottom of his eyes, but she didn't seem to understand the deep and extreme light at the bottom of his eyes.

"Well, I'll leave first." Jingrong was particularly keen. She noticed that there was a strange and ambiguous atmosphere in the house. She quickly stepped back and closed the door.

This man must be an uncle to be.

After the door was closed, Su Yunqin's eyes fixed on his ghost mask.

"Hey, since you have seen my true face, should you show me your face, too?"

A pair of peerless Phoenix eyes can be so gorgeous. The real face behind the mask must be the most disastrous, right?

Su Yunqin thought secretly that a pair of burning eyes wished they could not penetrate his mask and see his true face.

Feng Qianmo glanced at the sky outside the window and sat back in his chair, supporting his jaw with one hand.

"If you want to see it, come and get it yourself."

He hooked his finger at her.

With that bewitching gesture, Su Yunqin secretly grinded his teeth. He really had an inexplicable sense of helplessness for this rogue man.

When you think about it carefully, some of the man's small temperament is somewhat similar to Su Xiaomo.

She shook her head, waved away the mess in her mind, came forward and reached out to touch his mask.

Since he let her see it, it's nothing to see!

"You won't have a curse or something. You'll die at a glance, won't you?"

"..." he really convinced the woman's imagination.

Without hearing his answer, Su Yunqin took a deep breath, made a force in his hand, took off the terrible ghost mask on his face and threw it on the ground.

Bang Dang——

When she touched the man's beautiful face, her pupils shrank suddenly, she was startled, and her steps stepped back. However, she almost fell down because of her stumble, but the man grabbed her wrist very quickly.

She leaned forward and fell directly on the man's leg.

Because of this action, she was stiff and wanted to get up immediately. However, his arm was confined to her waist like steel.

"What?" Looking at her panic like this, Feng Qianmo was a little unhappy at the bottom of his heart.

He never wanted to get close to a woman and touch a woman so much, but Su Yunqin made him think so for the first time.

Holding this woman, there was a strange sense of familiarity, which made him even more reluctant to give up.

Su Yunqin took a deep breath, turned his head stiffly and looked directly at the man's face.

The Dark Phoenix eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, and the perfectly shaped Fei thin lips can't find the beautiful facial features with any defects. It's really an unparalleled face, even better than the face of Feng qianluo.

But... This face is very much like her son!

Feng qianluo's facial features are still a little similar to his son. In front of him, it's like an enlarged version of Su Xiaomo.

Su Yunqin felt a shock in his heart.

What's going on?

Something was going to run out of her mind, but it flickered so fast that she couldn't catch it.

She just felt a little confused. When she wanted to get up, she could only stretch out her hand and break the big palm around her waist.

"You let go."

She gave orders coldly.

The man not only didn't let go, but his free hand quickly clamped her chin and raised her face.

"What are you panicking about?" He asked word by word, obviously seeing through her panic at the moment.

The more flustered she was, the more he affirmed something in the bottom of his heart.

Five years ago

"I'm not panicking!" Su Yunqin categorically denied, "you told me, how long are you going to hold me like this?"

Her voice cooled a little.

At that moment, she thought a lot of things in her heart.

"Su Yunqin, the woman five years ago... Is it you?" In silence, the man asked slowly.

What he wants is an answer.

If it was her, the two children would be his