Chapter 428: The husbands outside the fan are not human! 94
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Chapter 428: Extra, husbands are not human! 94
Extra, husbands are not human! 94
She opened the door and walked out. She didn't realize that it was late at night, but she found that the moon was particularly round on the 15th. She walked outside and sat down, staring at the moon, her heart seemed to have flown to Guanghan Palace.
Her usually bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of confusion and melancholy at this moment. She just looked at it like this, lying quietly in the moonlight, not caring about the dew soaking through her clothes.
"On such a good day and such a night, for whom does the little girl stay at midnight?" Suddenly a voice sighed.
Liu Qingcong looked back and saw a figure in black, sitting on the ridge of the roof like a ghost, looking into the attic. His eyes, which were more black than white, were shining in the night, but apart from these eyes, there was nothing else on his body.
The place is in darkness.
"It's you again, what are you trying to do sneakily?" The man in black was none other than Feng Shiqilang. Liu Qingcong secretly felt unlucky to meet him at this time. This is how enemies meet on a narrow road.
"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense." Feng Shiqilang's eyes turned like lightning.
"If you weren't doing something sneaky, why would you sit on the roof instead of sitting on a chair?"
Feng Shichiro suddenly opened his arms and flew down from the roof, landing next to Liu Qingcong like a butterfly. "Being on the roof doesn't necessarily mean you want to do bad things. Unlike some people, Qinggong and running are indistinguishable.
clear."
"Really? Are you following me?" Liu Qingcong glanced at him coldly.
"Little girl, I have to admire your rich imagination. Following you? What do you think of yourself, a princess or a princess today?" He laughed heartily.
"Hmph, I need you to take care of it!" Liu Qingcong turned her back and snorted angrily.
Feng Shichiro looked at her back, then at the hazy moonlight, and suddenly sat down and sighed "Hey".
Liu Qingcong looked at him and asked, "Why are you sighing?"
"I sighed for you. You wanted to sigh but you didn't dare to say it."
"You sigh for me, you think you know me very well. Do you know what I am thinking?" Who in this world knows what she is thinking. If there is such a person, it is a kind of happiness.
"You are homesick, missing your hometown, your relatives, and your lover. Am I right?" Feng Shichiro playfully stretched his head in front of her.
He was quiet at first, which made Liu Qingcong think that he would really understand her mood at the moment, but then when she heard his teasing, she hated herself. How could she expect anything from him. She stamped her feet, her teeth itching with hatred.
Turning around: "If you don't know, don't flatter me. I don't want to talk to you."
