Chapter 1311

"All right, go to sleep." ranbai smiled, put the tea cup on the table, walked to the bed, picked up the bedding and threw it to yeyanhan.

The quilt was cold at night. He grabbed the quilt reactively. A pair of obsidian cold eyes opened slightly. He looked at dye white. With an indifferent and alienated look, there was a sense of contrast and sprouting.

Looking at the handsome and precious man standing there holding the quilt, he dyed his white side eyes and bent his lips, "is there a problem?"

Night Yan Han pursed his thin lips, his cold face was quietly filled with beautiful crimson, and his clear and clean voice was very low, "it's all right..."

"The night is cold." ran Bai suddenly calls.

He raised his eyes, "huh?"

Ran Bai sighed faintly. There was a fleeting smile in her clear and pure eyes, and her voice sighed: "admit it, it's dark in your bones..."

She can't be wrong about her feelings for similar people.

When she started, night Yan was cold, and her eyes were indifferent and thin, even without fluctuation, and her indifference had no human touch.

There can be no mistake.

A person who lives in modern times can adapt to this situation in the blink of an eye.

That's a natural night killer.

A handsome man with a cold and silent look looked with a slight look.

"Nothing." ran Bai smiled innocently, with a gentle silhouette at the bottom of her eyes, "sleep."

Sooner or later, she'll let him admit it.

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the second day,

Ranbai and yeyanhan woke up early in the morning.

Last night, the kind of heavy makeup and light makeup could not be found in the cold and beautiful face of night.

Ranbai looks at the young president with a cool look.

Plain hands covered his lips and coughed gently.

After the ball, he was poisoned.

As soon as she saw the face of yeyanhan, she somehow thought of the previous makeup that was too greasy to pay for her life.

It's a pity that dye whitened the fundus of his eyes.

She will never admit it.

She still wanted to see the president's little brother's seemingly clean look with... Terrible makeup.

"Host, you've changed..." Feng Luo couldn't bear it and opened his mouth.

Now the evil taste of the host is getting more and more confused.

God, what the host is thinking.

The presence of blanking is automatically ignored by whitening.

On the first day of marriage, I went to the palace to see him.

In a luxurious carriage,

Ranbai looked at the cool and cool look of the handsome man, and his lips bent. "Remember your performance in the palace. If you don't understand the ancient etiquette, just follow me."

When he heard the words dyed white, he hung his black eyelashes. His cool and beautiful eyes were light without waves, and his voice was simple and clean. Like his people, "I know."

"Well." ranbai nodded carelessly, "anyway, you'll be fine anyway."

At the palace,

Some people lead ranbai and night Yanhan to the audience.

"Seven lords, Wang Fu." the female slave who led the way saluted and said respectfully, "Your Majesty is in Fengjun's palace. Please move to luanfeng palace."

Ran Baixiao's relegated immortal was indifferent, and his voice was as clear and gentle as spring water, "lead the way."

Phoenix Palace,

Side hall.

The queen, that is, the female master of the plane, September shadow, sat on the main seat.

The guide took ran Bai and yeyan han to the side hall, and they automatically respectfully went down.

Ran Bai stepped in, not too slow.

The young president followed her with a handsome and indifferent side, as if his back was always straight, as cold and slender as a green bamboo, with his unique coolness and dignity.

The nine moon shadow sat on the main seat and looked at the two figures coming in. The smile on the lips was a little deeper.