Chapter 21： Go to sleep (1/2)
Zhou Meige looked at the prince Xi in a strange way. His maintenance of Ling Weifeng has no lower limit. What is the relationship between them.
What does the love rival that Leng said just now mean, and what else is a fiancee?
Ling Weifeng is obviously a man.
She looked at Fang Jiming, who was dining elegantly, and smiled faintly, ”Jiming, what did you just say?”
Ling Weifeng shot over with murderous eyes, and Fang Jiming smiled softly. He didn't dare to mess with this little ancestor.
Fortunately, there is Leng Li, who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and said with a smile, ”Mei Ge, I tell you, the Emperor Xi and Xiao Feng are married, haha.”
Ling Weifeng picked up a piece of hot chili and stuffed it directly into Leng Li's mouth, ”It's so spicy!”
His face flushed with cold choking, so hot that tears came out, desperately looking for water to drink.
Ling Weifeng handed over a glass of wine very kindly. Leng Li was half-spicy at first, and without seeing what was being handed, he raised his head and gurgled and drank it.
The chilli meets the spirits, and it almost didn't breathe fire!
Fang Jiming smiled even more at the corners of his mouth, but he was mild-tempered, and his laughter was just a gentle smile in the eyes of outsiders.
After six years of absence, he thought he would be rusty, but he didn't expect that he would not change at all.
Ling Weifeng is still a living treasure, and Leng Yu is still a hatred.
He smiled at Zhou Meige, ”There was a very oolong marriage contract between Emperor Xi and Xiaofeng...”
”Fang Jiming!” Ling Weifeng pounced directly on Fang Jiming, covering his mouth hard.
Prince Xi's face sank, and pulled her off Fang Jiming, ”Sit down and eat.”
Ling Weifeng picked up a piece of fish and bit it down. At the same time, he gave Fang Jiming a fierce look, and said clearly, if you dare to say, this fish will be your fate!
Fang Jiming continued to chuckle, really dare not say any more.
It was just that the look in his eyes was obviously smiling, and Ling Weifeng's appetite was so angry that he ate three bowls of rice.
In her words, this young master is angry and wants to turn grief and anger into appetite.