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Chapter 1195: Fanwai Nangongxuan's confusion and love 68

"Me?" Yue Qingyun's eyes suddenly widened: "Why is it me again?"

"It's not you, could it be me?"

Looking at Yue Qingyun's slightly raised lips, Ling Wu couldn't help but raise her eyebrows high: "You are the bride he is about to marry. If you weren't you going to steal the day and change the day, would it be me?"

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Yue Qingyun looked at herself in the mirror with a side face, and suddenly burst out laughing, raised her hand and pressed her towering bun, and said with a smile: "I'm still doubting what those women are doing.

There will be such thick hair, and all the emotions are fake."

"Don't use force quickly, it will be bad if it falls off."

Lian Yu took two steps back, looked at the cloud bun he had combed for Yue Qingyun with satisfaction, and chuckled: "That's right, even if there is one, it's only one or two at most."

Combing such a cloud bun is not just my hair, but just now, Lian Yu has worn a few wig buns in Yue Qingyun's hair bun.

Hearing this, Yue Qingyun shook her slightly heavy head and sighed: "To be honest, such a bun is not very good-looking, and I don't know that those women are simply tired of combing such buns.



Then he turned his head and looked at Ling Wu standing with his arms around the dressing table, and smiled sweetly: "What do you think?"

"This way, it looks at least seven or eight years older. If you add deliberate makeup, you should be no different from that Murong Yanran when you go to the place where the water vapor is lingering."

Ling Wu nodded with satisfaction and sighed softly: "To be honest, if it weren't for waiting for the experts from Beichen Kingdom to come and catch all the people in this garden, and to take into account the safety of Nangong, I really think I'll do it now.

That Murong Yanran, let’s see what she has.”

Ling Wu's tone of speech was obviously extremely calm, but it still made Lian Yu feel a little cold. The comb held in her hand was weak and fell to the ground.

Hurryingly bent down and picked up the comb, smiling embarrassedly: "Strange, others say such things, they are murderous. I never feel a little nervous. But Sister Lingwu said it lightly, but I

Feeling scared”


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