Chapter 750： I threw Snow White down (32)

Feng Qian blinked.

"I……"

Before Feng Qian could say anything, her lips were blocked by the other party again.

"..."

…

When Feng Qian finally had a chance to speak, the people at the ferry should board the boat and disperse.

Even the boat is getting ready to go.

Feng Qian: "!"

no!

Wait for her!

"Good, Angelina."

Before there was time to explain, Feng Qian held the boy's hand, pulled Anlirilla and ran to the boat.

Halfway through the run, only to realize that he had forgotten something, and Feng Qian pulled the man back and picked up Lone Ye, who was lying on the ground with no love, into the basket. Ship away.

The royal guard below was dumbfounded.

The king was taken aboard.

Is it chasing? Still not chasing?

The king did not resist, so what are you chasing?

Do not chase!

The guards silently agreed.

Out of breath, he ran onto the boat, Feng Qian threw down the basket in his hand, and panted for a while while leaning on his waist.

call--

Really physical activity.

Gu Ye, who was caught off guard and fell again: "...!!!"

The people on the boat looked at Feng Qian curiously.

It's just that when the boy Bo Liang's gaze was touched, everyone silently retracted their gaze.

"Why did you leave me?"

Angelina repeated the question again.

The young man's eyes burned.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes and said slowly, "Just leave temporarily, and I'll come back when I'm done."

"I also had someone explain to you..."

Feng Qian did arrange everything clearly before leaving, and even the restoration of the identity of the little fragment boy was properly arranged.

It doesn't take a little bit of effort from the small pieces, and the people in the palace will accept the fact that Snow White is actually a prince.

And Fengqian also directly handed over the power to the other party. After she left, Angelila was the new king.

In order to prevent Little Fragment from thinking wildly and doing something bad, Feng Qian also specially told Fragment that she would come back when she was done.

Angelina looked at Feng Qian quietly.

He didn't say a word, just raised his hand, and his fingertips gently landed on the side of the girl's face.

"Then do you like me? F... Ranchesco."

Feng Qian was stunned by the name of Anlirilla, and then remembered that Francesco was the name of the original owner.

Such a long name does sound a little weird.

Feng Qian frowned and blurted out, "Call me Qian Qian."

The young man in front of him paused slightly, without any doubts, he called out obediently: "Qianqian..."

The wind nodded.

Hmm, that sounds nice.

so……

"Do you like me? Qianqian."

Angelina asked again.

"You're still young, Angelina."

After a pause, Feng Qian answered seriously.

"So...that's why you rejected me?"

Angelina's eyes were calm.

"If you dislike my young age, I can wait for you."

Feng Qian blinked, um, it seems that things are starting to develop in a strange direction.

"Then..." The young red lips opened lightly: "Will Qianqian wait for me?"

"It's still half a month before I'll be an adult, and I will no longer be considered young in terms of age."

"If...it's because I despise my mental age and immaturity, then...Qianqian can get to know me again. In fact, I'm not young, in that respect."

Feng Qian was stunned.

Unconsciously, the lips of the person in front of him came over again.

He pressed his forehead against Fengshen's forehead, breathing close at hand.

"I felt it just now, didn't I?"

The boy's voice was soft and he held Feng Qian's hand.

He gently held the girl's hand, approaching little by little.

He didn't know when the corner of Angelila's clothes was torn apart by him. At this moment, he held the girl's hand and probed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips.

Let the girl's fingertips touch her skin.