Miss Eight Series Summoner

Kingdee, who had already returned to his position, gritted her lower lip when seeing this scene.

With her appearance, although there are few males in the dream realm, there are no lack of pursuers. How can she get to Jin Jiaye's side, but she has never opened her eyes, how can he compare to that wind?

Leng Qingshui in his arms saw Kingdee's expression and sighed faintly with a little regret.

Jia Siyi put a grape in the mouth of cold water, wiped his hands, and asked in a low voice, "Sigh?"

The cold water swallowed the sweet and sour grapes in his mouth, glanced at the dumbfounded Kingdee, and shook his head.

"This princess is also pitiful. I don't think which one is bad, but I just fell in love with Jin Jiaye. If I kissed him just now, I still don't know how Feng Xi will make a mess."

When Jia Si laughed, his little wife liked to worry about it.

"Moreover, Fengxi and Jin Jiaye are both arrogant people, but this is a princess again. If they are right, I am afraid that the princess will suffer. It is pitiful."

Sisi was helpless, and whispered in his ears: "Then, as long as it is not Jin Jiaye, as long as it is not Jin Kaye, can this princess like anyone?"

Leng Qingshui paused, just about to say yes, suddenly thinking of something, slightly sulky, stretched out his hand and pinched Jia Siyi's waist.

"If she is attracted to you, I will make your face ugly!"

With a dumbfounded cry, Secretary Jia kissed the cold water on his forehead, and said, "That's better for your husband in the future, you should cover your face."

"Bah! Deng's apprentice!"

Leng Qingshui gave him a blank look, spit in his mouth, Jia Si gave a chuckle, and hugged Leng Qingshui tightly.

Fuyu looked around, except for the two facial paralysis monsters and one romantic, the other two are all kinds of crooked show affection, and there is a melancholy in her heart. When is she not alone.

Seeing Zuo Yufei's profile in a blink of an eye, his heart moved.

In fact, this arrangement, she had never thought that she would be arranged with Zuo Yufei, could it be the fate in the legend?

Perhaps it was because of drinking that he became more courageous, so he grabbed Zuo Yufei's hand and said seriously: "You come with me."

Zuo Yufei habitually wanted to refuse. Turning his head, he found that Fu Yu seemed to be drunk too much, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes were a bit drunk, but firm, in a daze. When he returned to his mind, he was already Pulled up.

It would be even stranger to sit down at this time, and this crazy woman is drunk, who knows what will happen later.

After finding an interface for himself, Zuo Yufei followed Fuyu all the way to a secluded place, and then stopped. I don't know if he drank too much, Zuo Yufei always felt thirsty in his mouth.

Fu Yu suddenly turned around, watching Zuo Yufei for a long time without speaking. Zuo Yufei was staring uncomfortably, and frowned, "What do you want to say?"

With hesitation, under the influence of alcohol, he said lightly: "Zuo Yufei, why don't you like me?"

Zuo Yufei was taken aback for a moment. He had heard the words many times in the past, but this time there seemed to be something different. After hearing this, he felt a sense of tension in his heart.

"Why why?"

Zuo Yufei was vague, always feeling a little guilty, and his eyes flickered. Fortunately, Fu Yu really drank a little too much. It was not as usual, chasing after asking why he had to dodge, but opened up bitterly.

"I like you so much, can't you like me?"