In the face of Su Lingpeng's shamelessness, people gnash their teeth in hatred.
Gong Zhengyu, standing behind the crowd, frowned. Su Lingpeng's face had been seen several times, but it was seen through the window, not face to face.
Just
The impression Su Lingpeng gave him before was not so. If he hadn't witnessed what happened on that day, he couldn't believe that as a female official beside the big princess, Su Lingpeng still had such a cheeky face.
"Nonsense, I don't want to talk with you more. If you don't hand in the long love flower this time, we won't give up. The long love flower you robbed that day will be returned to us today. " After glancing at Zhan Fei, Lei Min turned to the cold voice of monsoon smoke.
The corner of the mouth of the monsoon smoke is still hung with a smile like nothing. I don't know how happy I am.
Gong Zhengyu has some plans for the season.
"I'm afraid that the words of Mr. Lei and Miss Su are not true." The soft and sweet voice rang out in the depressing hall.
Su Lingpeng frowned slightly and looked at it in the voice, but saw a man with a pale face and beautiful features, slowly coming out of the wounded bodyguards.
He has a light and slow pace, a large silver gray dress on his body. He has a very outstanding appearance, and a comfortable elegance and tenderness are exuded all over his body.
Gong Zhengyu came to the front of the crowd, smiled at the eyes of last season's wind and smoke, and then turned around to look at some stunned Su Lingpeng and said, "Miss Su, what happened that day, I think many people in Jicheng are clear about it. Do you think it's advisable to confuse black and white so?"
Su Lingpeng suddenly came back to her mind, and looked at Gong Zhengyu's eyes with some chagrin.
This man's life is so beautiful, but why speak for monsoon smoke? Who is he?
As soon as Su Lingmin wanted to refute, Lei Min took the lead in saying: "people of Jicheng? Don't you know that monsoon smoke is the city Lord of Jicheng? As long as she opens her mouth, who dares to contradict her? What is the matter? It's not her has the final say. "
Looking at Leimin, who is calm and self-confident, Gong Zhengyu chuckled and said, "Oh? So you don't think Jicheng's words are credible? "
"That's nature." Lei Min can deal with it freely.
Gong Zhengyu glanced at Lei Min and said, "what if I testify for monsoon smoke?"
Lei Min frowned and Su Lingmin opened his mouth at the moment. "You testify for her? You are from her family. I'm afraid your words are more untrustworthy than those in Jicheng! "
As soon as Su Lingpeng's voice fell to the ground, Gong Zhengyu couldn't help laughing. He looked at the monsoon smoke innocently, "I've become your man."
“……” The monsoon is smoky.
Gong Zhengyu stopped smiling and didn't say anything more, just two palms.
Suddenly, two black shadows came in from the outside door and quickly stood beside Gong Zhengyu.
When Su Lingmin and Lei Min saw the two men's appearance, they were shocked!
Aren't the two men in black standing beside Gong Zhengyu the dress of the members of the caravan?
How could these two people be here?
"Who are you!" Su Ling was flustered.
Gong Zhengyu raised his eyes slightly, and the smile of his eyes flashed a sharp contrast with warmth.
"In Xiagong, Zhengyu is the young leader of the caravan. Miss Su, do you think my words are still credible?"
……
Gong Zhengyu: Well, they say I'm your man.
Little Madman: you missed two words in your house.
Gong Zhengyu: are not all the people in your family your people?
Little Madman: can you be normal?
Gong Zhengyu: smile, smile and smile
xiaoliuhuo: = - = *