305: The Fengyin organization lacks a leader's wife
Lan Nuyin's cold, dark eyebrows were tightly knitted together. The face opposite him was like God's most perfect sculpture, especially those starry eyes, which were so deep that one dared not look directly at them.
My heart ached without warning.
Seeing Yi Yanfeng's expression change instantly, Lan Nuyin was a little puzzled.
Yi Yanfeng stared at her face, fearing that all this was just his illusion. There was no news about her in the flower world. If she succeeded, she would have come back a year ago. He didn't even dare to ask how she was doing. God Realm
, and I have never seen her figure.
He just kept waiting, waiting for her to appear.
At this moment, that face that was familiar to his bones appeared in front of him, and the unfamiliar purple eyes looking at him were even more unfamiliar.
Yin'er?
It's his voice!
Even though she has changed, he still knows that she is his Yin'er!
But Yin'er... why are your eyes looking at Feng so cold?
Thinking of a possibility, Yi Yanfeng's face turned pale.
Lan Nuyin looked at him warily, intuitively telling her that this man was not easy to mess with.
He took a step toward her, and she took a step back.
Yi Yanfeng's heart hurt like a thousand arrows piercing it.
"Yin'er..." The notes contain too complex emotions, including yearning, sadness, shock, and a hint of... panic.
Lan Nuyin's heart ached. Who is it? Who is Yin'er? Why is his tone so sad? People can't help but feel sorry for him.
"Who are you?!"
Sure enough...she didn't recognize him anymore...she had forgotten about him...
Yi Yanfeng stopped and looked at her deeply. "Who am I?"
Lan Nuoyin frowned, this man is so strange! When she asked him who he was, he actually asked her who he was?
"do we know each other?"
The way he looked at her was so complicated that Lan Nuyin felt a little flustered in her heart.
Yi Yanfeng's face returned to calmness, but it was still pale and as cold as moonlight. "Tell me, who are you?"
A trace of displeasure flashed across Lan Nuoyin's purple eyes. Really, why didn't he answer the questions she asked him?
"I am Hua Nu." She answered anyway, thought for a moment, and added, "The wife of the mistress of the Shura Palace."
Lu Yin couldn't tell what the person in front of him looked like when he heard this sentence. There was a kind of silent coldness.
Yi Yanfeng was very calm, and stared at Lan Nuyin with his calm black eyes, "Madam of the palace master? The Fengyin organization also lacks a wife of the leader, are you interested?"
Lan Nuoyin pondered the meaning of this sentence, "Are you the leader of the Fengyin organization, Shura?"
"My name is Yi Yanfeng."
Yi Yanfeng...Yi Yanfeng...
Lan Nuoyin was in a state of confusion, what had happened? She had always been indifferent, so why could she no longer calm down when she met this person tonight?
"Yi Yanfeng...?"
"Call me Wind!"
Lan Nuoyin frowned. "What?"
"Calling him by his first and last name is unfamiliar!"
Lan Nuyin looked at him funny, were they familiar? It seemed like they had only known each other for a few minutes.
"Does that mean we know each other?"
Yi Yanfeng approached her, but Lan Nuyin did not hide this time and looked at him intently.
This person must know her... But why didn't he tell her? What was their previous relationship? And that sentence... Could it be that he recognized the wrong person?
When she thought that his affectionate eyes were not looking at her but mistook her for another woman, Lan Nuoyin felt uncomfortable all over. She didn't know why she was so strange.
"Don't we know each other now? Don't change the subject!"
"What?" Lan Nuyin was confused as to why she had changed the topic.
"I want you to be my leader's wife!" This time it was not a pleasant inquiry, but a direct and overbearing order!
Lan Nuoyin's face turned cold, and when she raised her head, her lips were blocked by something cold. Her pupils shrank, and he actually kissed her forcefully!
His crazy longing for her turned into predatory kissing her lips. He missed her so much that he almost went crazy!
Holding her tightly with both hands, his tongue pushed past her defenses and plundered her all the way.
The hot and fiery kiss almost made Lan Nuoyin breathless. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he pushed him away almost as a reflex. He raised his hand, and with a snap, a bright red mark appeared on Yi Yanfeng's fair and delicate skin.
of palm prints.
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What a sin~~ Dear friends, please don’t shoot me~ It’s a good deed done by Mouyin~