"Fortunately for us, we can at least touch such a beautiful ring, unlike some women who don't even have the chance to touch it."
A close friend who knew about the grievance between Leng Yuefeng and Leng Meiying looked at Leng Meiying with a sneer. Everyone else immediately followed her gaze and their eyes gradually became playful.
"Oh, it turns out that the good-for-nothing third lady from Zhenguo Houfu is also here. Haha, I don't think she has a chance to touch this precious space ring, because our generous Sister Feng will definitely give her the space ring to touch.
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"Yes, yes, Sister Feng's belly is astonishingly large."
Listening to these flattering words, Leng Yuefeng felt so comfortable, as if she had been enlightened.
Just when she was about to let Leng Meiying touch her precious ring, a disdainful voice suddenly rang out.
"How dare you show off such a broken ring?"
Leng Yuefeng's proud smile suddenly froze, and the other women surrounding her looked at the voice in surprise, all sighing, who is so bold as to dare to laugh at the future queen.
When Leng Meiying heard this voice, her unchanged expression finally had a ripple. The piece of cloth in her arms with his name on it seemed to have become warmer at this moment, and it was so hot.
Her face turned slightly red.
The crowd stepped aside one after another, and a man with a height of nine feet, a tiger-headed sword hanging on his waist, his left hand habitually lightly clasped the tiger's head on the handle of the sword, a cynical look on his face, and a man who took the unchanging nine-inch five-point Supreme Step at his feet.
Come with your head held high.
Looking at this familiar smile, Leng Meiying felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart.
This person is naturally Feng Tianche, who disappeared for more than a month for no apparent reason.
There seemed to be an invisible force in his body, and the crowd in front of him gave in, allowing him to walk over calmly.
Naturally, Leng Yuefeng recognized him. It was him who completely defeated the two masters of the palace next to the second prince with just one move. He even knocked their teeth to the ground and made a big 'cheeky' figure.
Character.
Looking at Feng Tianche walking towards him, Leng Meiying hummed softly.
This bastard, although this ring is worn on Leng Yuefeng’s hand, it was made by this lady. How dare he say that the ring made by this lady is a broken one...
Just as Leng Meiying was about to give him a lesson, Feng Tianche had already bullied her and looked at her condescendingly. The difference between their noses was less than five centimeters.
Looking at this delicate little face that was even more flawless than jade, Feng Tianche smiled mischievously, stretched out his hand to lift Leng Meiying's round, jade-like chin with his index finger, and smiled.
"Little sister, do you miss me?"
Without waiting for Leng Meiying to answer, he added: "You only want to think about it three times a day, right? Only eight hours at a time? Hey, you really don't need to think about me too much. You can see that you want to lose weight even if you think about me..."
Leng Meiying really wanted to slap him away, but the slightest emotion she felt when they first met had already turned into anger.
"Why are you here?" Leng Meiying asked, half puzzled and half annoyed.
"Of course I miss my dearest little sister. For you, I ran over eagerly without thinking about tea or food. How about you, don't you thank me? Well, since you are so grateful to me, then
I'll just force you to kiss me, and don't stick out your tongue, or I'll bite you..."