Chapter 1339

Nine moon shadow's eyes were cold, and she closed her lips tightly.

The last time in the imperial garden, Jiubai ignored Meng FeiMo. She thought Jiubai had changed or had any plans.

Now,

Saw it.

Jiubai never put down her plan at all.

The shadow of the September moon hissed coldly.

Dark Wei's heart was cold, "yes."

The seventh palace,

Meng FeiMo took a deep breath and went in. The next second, his steps stiffened.

With the adjusted smile on the side of the lips, it also stagnated.

Manicured nails are deeply embedded in the palm of your hand,... Night is cold!

Ranbai looked at Meng FeiMo and came in. The tip of her eyebrows was light, and the corners of her lips flashed a smile. "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Meng FeiMo bowed his head and tried to control his emotions.

Jiubai, don't force me

Don't make me

Looking up again, Meng FeiMo's evil and evil at the bottom of his eyes scattered. He looked pitifully at ran Bai. A pair of talking watery eyes looked at him without blinking. "Lord, can we take a step to talk?"

The soft tone is gentle and beautiful.

Night Yan Han slightly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fell, and his deep and beautiful eyes made people unable to see his emotions.

He sipped the pale thin lip flap, poked the porridge with a spoon, and then,

With his clean and slender hand, he picked up the fine porcelain white bowl printed with gorgeous rose petals. His beautiful hand was placed on it, which was particularly beautiful.

The young president looked indifferent, scooped a mouthful with a porcelain spoon, handed it to the girl's lips, and calmly opened his lips: "drink."

Dyed white: "

Ran Bai looked at the handsome and precious man, coughed, drank the glutinous rice porridge handed to his lips, nodded seriously, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his tone was light coax and spoiled: "it's delicious."

With a low hum, the young president calmly took back the porcelain spoon and drank himself.

Night Yan Han unconsciously bit the porcelain spoon and rolled his Adam's apple up and down.

Well, it's good to drink

It's sweet.

Meng FeiMo looked at the sweet scene as if no one could step in, and his face gradually sank down.

He almost saw pink bubbles rising around him.

It hurt Meng FeiMo's eyes.

How, how!

Jiubai can only be his, only him! Can accompany Jiubai all the way!

Meng FeiMo was almost crazy, and his eyes stuck to ran Bai.

Ranbai felt the low pressure beside her, clapped her hands and raised her eyes: "you have something to say here."

Meng FeiMo sneered at the bottom of his heart. This night, Yan Han has the ability to fascinate Jiubai.

But so what, Jiubai, she can only, can only, like herself.

"Seven princes, this matter is very important and should not be heard by outsiders." Meng FeiMo looked at the night and said coldly.

Dyed white "Oh", the tone was careless, "OK."

Hearing ranbai's words, Meng FeiMo felt a trace of ecstasy at the bottom of his eyes.

Sure enough,

Night Yan Han is just a plaything in Jiubai's eyes!

At most, it's because night talk cold has utilization value, so it's so good for night talk cold.

But now when it comes to business, how can Jiubai make yeyan cold here!

Meng FeiMo's mood rose back from the falling abyss, and even his eyes were much brighter.

He hooked his lips and looked at night Yanhan. His posture was somewhat uncontrollable complacency and arrogance. "Do you hear that, the seventh Lord asked you to leave here!"

Meng FeiMo's voice despised, "this kind of thing is what you can hear..."