The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

They groaned, and one of the fairies came out coldly and rebuked, "Bold slaves! Who allowed you to come to the hall!"

Ye Hanxuan stared at the fairy in front of her meaningfully, her mouth raised, "Little Prince came to preach to the fairies and sisters to preach."

When the fairy heard that it was His Royal Highness, her face became much tenderer in an instant, "Hm! What's the matter? Hurry up after speaking! We are distinguished, we will be the princes in the future, and you will be looked at by a slave. "

When Mo Yan heard the fairy's words, she raised her eyes, and Qing Yan's eyes fell on the fairy, and she looked at her with such a certainness. Guoer covered his mouth and said, "This is the daughter of Lei Shen, Lei Diao Diao ~"

When Mo Yan heard Guo Er's words, the water that had just arrived in his mouth sprayed out.

Lei Diaoxiao? This name is indeed alas! Bright eyes with a hint of aura, eyes rolled around, staring at Lei Diao Diao.

The sight of the fairies fell on Mo Yan instantly.

When everyone saw Mo Yan, there was a strong hostility in his eyes.

The corner of Mo's embarrassed mouth moved, and he hurriedly looked away when nothing happened, and Guoer handed over the pazier to her to clean her mouth. Mo Yan did not accept it politely.

Ye Hanxuan looked at the two women sitting in the corner with interest. One was obviously mature and charming, and those eyes were like talking, bright and clear. And the little girl next to him looked a little bit adorable.

Trained by Lei Diao Diao, Ye Hanxuan didn't say much and accepted Lei Diao Diao's words.

On the side, Mo Yan really wanted to laugh, the daughter of Thunder God, Lei Diao Diao? What the **** is this?

Is it a vulture or a marten? Instantly became something Mo Mo was interested in. Guoer saw Mo Yan smiling with self-care and curiosity, "Sister Goddess, what's wrong? Smile so happy?"

Mo Yan shook his head and looked at Guo Er, "It's okay, I just think Lei Diao Diao looks great."

Guoer whispered: "That's natural. Thunder God is just such a daughter, sore and pet, for fear of being bullied outside her. That's why she has the bitter temperament that she has today. To the goddess, Lei Diao Diao I have never liked you, so let's eat something and leave quickly. "

If you are caught by Lei Diao Diao and find that the poem in front of her is not her goddess, then you are finished!

Not only will the sister-in-law be troubled, she may not escape the punishment of Heaven.

An expression of worry fell into Mo Yan's eyes, and Mo Yan stared suspiciously at Guo Er,

"what happened?"

"No, it's okay. Goddess, let's go first."

With that said, he took Mo's arm and wanted to get up and leave.

Who knows, Mo Ye's other arm sank as she passed by Ye Hanxuan and Lei Diao Diao. She froze and looked back at the woman holding her arm, slightly frowning.

Lei Diaoxiao's disdainful glance Mo Mo glanced, why she always felt a little pride in the goddess in front of her! Or is it her illusion?

The faint opening, the tone is particularly strong and bitter,

"What the goddess is doing here, are you here, or do you feel inferior to these sisters? Not qualified to come here to run!"

Mo Yan glanced at Lei Diaodiao funnyly, and looked at the two little buns on her head, which looked really good to her.

Open your mouth slowly, with an ironic smile in your eyes,

"It ’s not up to you whether you have the qualifications or not, to participate in the full screen. My Highness ... As for, it seems that I am not interested. If Sister Diao Diao likes it, go and grab it with your sisters. I believe it, just With the talent of Sister Diao Diao, they will surely crush them. "

After that, he glanced at the ugly fairies around him meaningfully. Pull hatred? Who won't!

Sure enough, Lei Diao Diao heard Mo Yan's words, gritted his teeth, walked in front of Mo Yan, attached to her ear, and lowered his voice to her, "Poetry! You wait and see! Wait for me to be Princess, I want you to look good! "

Mo Yan didn't even look at Lei Diao Diao, raised his foot forward, and said coldly, "Wait until you sit on the concubine. Maybe, the prince already has a favorite person ~ What if it was me? By that time, will this sentence be returned to you! "