Feng Aotian, who was named, raised his eyes coldly. After being forcibly dragged to drink the wedding wine, he showed little interest in the wedding ceremony.
What he cared more about was how to find an opportunity to kill that damn woman silently.
Seeing Feng Qingyang looking at him curiously, with confusion in his eyes, he raised the corner of his lips and smiled evilly with a cold smile: "That's not easy, Brother Sixteen, Brother Eight tells you, you can go back to your room later.
, hold the bride down, and then... give her all her clothes... hmm!"
"Ah? Do you want to take off Xi'er's clothes?" A light red appeared on Feng Qingyang's face, and she looked so innocent that people couldn't help but want to bully her.
Someone pointed at his face and joked: "Haha, Brother Sixteen is blushing?"
Feng Aotian snorted disdainfully: "This has just begun, the blushing thing will happen later."
He grabbed Feng Qingyang's neck and said with a sinister smile: "Sixteenth Brother, I'm telling you, these clothes are the first step. After you get rid of all the bride's clothes...
…”
His eagle-like eyes were half-squinted. He picked up a thick branch from the ground and said in a bad way: "You have to use yours to poke her so hard that she will scream."
"Poke it with a stick? Oh hahaha, Bage, you have been compared to a good image, so vulgar!"
"No, you should praise this metaphor for being ferocious! Brother Sixteen, listen to Brother Baz, us men should be so fierce in bed. This is called Zhen Fu Gang, do you understand? Brother tells you, you must
The bride has been restrained tonight. As long as she is restrained tonight, if you ask her to go east, she will not dare to go west. If you ask her to catch chickens, she will not dare to catch ducks! I guarantee that she will catch you.
Consider it her god!"
Feng Qingyang felt embarrassed when he heard that. He grabbed the branch with his slender fingers, slapped the Eighth Prince in the face, and asked stupidly: "Poke her in the butt with this?"
"That's right! That's it." The princes laughed and nodded.
Feng Aotian pushed Feng Qingyang's hand away with disdain, and felt a chill in his heart. Damn it, could this kid stop gesticulating with his face when talking about butt?
It felt like his face was that disgusting butt.
Feng Qingyang suddenly understood and nodded: "I understand! Hehe, thank you Bage for teaching me to poke a girl's butt."
He flicked his sleeves, truly feeling that it was an insult to stand with this fool.
"Forget it, if you want to make trouble at the wedding, go ahead. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."
"Hey, Bage, are you leaving now?"
"Hehe, Bago must have gone back to find that courtesan. Let me tell you, that girl is quite sexy..."
A certain prince looked at Feng Aotian's arrogant back and howled obscenely again.
"No matter how coquettish you are, your starling will take over you. If you want it, you have to wait until he has had enough fun! Let's go, let's go, let's not talk about that slutty bitch tonight, we are all going to the wedding." Feng Yihan gave Feng a meaningful look.
Qingyang, booing again.
Feng Qingyang was pushed forward by him, and soon he saw the brightly lit new house in the distance.
A dark shadow quickly passed through Feng Qingyang's eyes. Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pursed his lips and stopped in front of the wretched emperors, "Stop, stop, stop, just stand here and watch, no more
Closer."
"What do you mean? Sixteenth brother, you don't want us to have trouble in the wedding ceremony?" Feng Yihan was dissatisfied. As soon as his voice came out, others also followed suit to protest.
"No, we have all come here, you want us to go back?" Feng Aotian, who was named, raised his eyes coldly. He was not interested in the wedding ceremony after being forcibly dragged to the wedding banquet.
What he cared more about was how to find an opportunity to kill that damn woman silently.
Seeing Feng Qingyang looking at him curiously, with confusion in his eyes, he raised the corner of his lips and smiled evilly with a cold smile: "That's not easy, Brother Sixteen, Brother Eight tells you, you can go back to your room later.
, hold the bride down, and then... give her all her clothes... hmm!"
"Ah? Do you want to take off Xi'er's clothes?" A light red appeared on Feng Qingyang's face, and she looked so innocent that people couldn't help but want to bully her.
Someone pointed at his face and joked: "Haha, Brother Sixteen is blushing?"
Feng Aotian snorted disdainfully: "This has just begun, the blushing thing will happen later."
He grabbed Feng Qingyang's neck and said with a sinister smile: "Sixteenth Brother, I'm telling you, these clothes are the first step. After you get rid of all the bride's clothes...
…”
His eagle-like eyes were half-squinted. He picked up a thick branch from the ground and said in a bad way: "You have to use yours to poke her so hard that she will scream."
"Poke it with a stick? Oh hahaha, Bage, you have been compared to a good image, so vulgar!"
"No, you should praise this metaphor for being ferocious! Brother Sixteen, listen to Brother Baz, us men should be so fierce in bed. This is called Zhen Fu Gang, do you understand? Brother tells you, you must
The bride has been restrained tonight. As long as she is restrained tonight, if you ask her to go east, she will not dare to go west. If you ask her to catch chickens, she will not dare to catch ducks! I guarantee that she will catch you.
Consider it her god!"
Feng Qingyang felt embarrassed when he heard that. He grabbed the branch with his slender fingers, slapped the Eighth Prince in the face, and asked stupidly: "Poke her in the butt with this?"
"That's right! That's it." The princes laughed and nodded.
Feng Aotian pushed Feng Qingyang's hand away with disdain, and felt a chill in his heart. Damn it, could this kid stop gesticulating with his face when talking about butt?
It felt like his face was that disgusting butt.
Feng Qingyang suddenly understood and nodded: "I understand! Hehe, thank you Bage for teaching me to poke a girl's butt."
He flicked his sleeves, truly feeling that it was an insult to stand with this fool.
"Forget it, if you want to make trouble at the wedding, go ahead. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."
"Hey, Bage, are you leaving now?"
"Hehe, Bago must have gone back to find that courtesan. Let me tell you, that girl is quite sexy..."
A certain prince looked at Feng Aotian's arrogant back and howled obscenely again.
"No matter how coquettish you are, your starling will take over you. If you want it, you have to wait until he has had enough fun! Let's go, let's go, let's not talk about that slutty bitch tonight, we are all going to the wedding." Feng Yihan gave Feng a meaningful look.
Qingyang, booing again.
Feng Qingyang was pushed forward by him, and soon he saw the brightly lit new house in the distance.
A dark shadow quickly passed through Feng Qingyang's eyes. Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pursed his lips and stopped in front of the wretched emperors, "Stop, stop, stop, just stand here and watch, no more
Closer."
"What do you mean? Sixteenth brother, you don't want us to have trouble in the wedding ceremony?" Feng Yihan was dissatisfied. As soon as his voice came out, others also followed suit to protest.
"No, we've all come here, and you want us to go back?"