Chapter 1155: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 27
"What are you doing?" Yue Qingyun just walked to the edge of the bed, outside the door, Murong Yanran's murderous voice sounded.
With the moonlight outside the door, her eyes were also locked in the fatal part of Yue Qingyun's vest.
Yue Qingyun just turned her head and smiled sweetly, as if she could not see the murderous intent in Murong Yanran's eyes, and she laughed softly, "Madam, wait."
After saying that, he supported his body with one hand and groped on the bed with the other hand. After a while, he shouted in surprise: "I'm looking for it."
When I stood up straight, I had a book in my hand
The embroidery drawing that Murong Yanran saw yesterday
Holding the book in his hand, Yue Qingyun turned around and walked out of the house with a smile, stepped out of the door and said a blessing to Murong Yanran Yingying: "Madam, did you wake you up?"
Murong Yanran looked at Yue Qingyun's behavior coldly and suddenly curled her lips: "I always thought something was wrong with you, and I didn't expect you to be really an undercover agent."
The eyes looked down along Yue Qingyun's eyes, and finally stopped on her neck
He sighed: "I guess you have nothing to say now?"
Speaking of this, his face suddenly sank: "Say, who asked you to come? Are you Nangong Xuan's subordinate or Ling Wu invited me?"
Yue Qingyun blinked in surprise, and after a long time, she said, "Qingyun doesn't understand what the lady is saying..."
Before Yue Qingyun could finish her words, her throat suddenly tightened, and her breathing became stagnant.
Murong Yanran's fingers were tightly pinching her neck, looking at Yue Qingyun with wide eyes, and sneered: "It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin."
Yue Qingyun felt her chest gradually become stuffy, and her fingers holding the tracing were also tightly clenched. At this time, she clearly saw Murong Yanran's flaws, as long as she pointed her fingers behind Murong Yanran's head and got out of her body.
It can be said to be a breeze
The fingers that were clenching the tracing tightly loosened, and the arm was raised, but when the attack was made, the clear sound of the tracing falling to the ground suddenly moved. The palm of the hand, which was supposed to be a fatal attack, suddenly became a grasp of Murong.