The Ice Lord Prime Minister’s Black-Bellied Wife

"What's wrong?" Feng Ming could not help but tighten her heart when she noticed the stiff body in her arms.

"It's all right!" Bai Xi shook her head, lying softly in Feng Ming's arms, listening to the heartbeat there.

Feng Ming looked down at the person who seemed to be asleep with her eyes closed, and her slender fingertips gently stroked the small face. Her golden eyes were a bit deep, hoping he was just an illusion.

"Bai Xi."

"Well." Bai Xi responded softly, but didn't open his eyes.

"Promise me, never leave me."

"I promise you." She didn't want to leave him.

Her answer seemed to calm him a lot, Feng Ming directly hugged her in her arms, got up and left the pavilion, and walked towards the direction of the hall.

On the second day of school, this is also where Cuju is. In fact, this Cuju game does not represent a match between the Feng family and the Murong family, but Feng Chun and Murong Qingchen just want to play. However, it still attracted everyone's watching. Naturally, the audience was of course from the Feng family.

Bai Xi appeared in the audience very punctually. Of course, she naturally followed the Feng family owner, Feng Ming. Their arrival surprised many people. According to the past, the owners of such games will never attend.

"Homeowner!" The elders, everyone stood up and greeted them.

"Brother Yue, Brother Ming." Feng Shuangshuang shook her hands and said hello. Yue Brother didn't lie to her, she really came to see her Cuju competition.

At this time Cuju has not yet begun, but you can see that the players of the two teams have done the final warm-up exercise in their respective rest areas.

The white team is the Fengjia Cuju team headed by Feng Chun; the red team is the Murong's Cuju team headed by Murong Qingchen. Although it was just for fun, in the end, the elites of each team were sent out.

Murong Qingchen, who was surrounded by several red team members, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the auditorium, just looking at the sight cast by Bai Xi, suddenly, even he didn't notice that his always sharp and clear The eyes flickered slightly, and the frosty facial lines were softer.

When Bai Xi saw Murong Qingchen's dress today, her mouth slightly raised. For a long time, Murong Qingchen she knew always wore a Chinese suit, but that match suit did not make him lose color. Instead, it gave him color, but why did the red coat feel so strange? In fact, not only Murong Qingchen's red vest, it should be said that the red vest of the entire red team is a bit weird, maybe she is suspicious!

When Murong Qingchen saw the smile on the corner of Bai Xi's mouth, he gradually put on a light smile on his face. His smile almost made the players around him fall unsteadily and fell to the ground.

"Young Master, Young Master ..."

Murong Qingchen, who was pulled back to God, twisted his eyebrows slightly, and looked at his team member with a look of displeasure, as if he thought of something again, the dissatisfaction on his face slowly faded, and the previous strict attitude was restored.

"Say."

"Master, it's time to play."

"Well." Murong Qingchen shook his head and shook off the messy thoughts just now. He should now focus on Cuju instead of the things that disturb his mind.

"Sister Xiao, why do I think the clothes on my brother's body are a bit like our bellybands?" Feng Shuangshuang asked, confused, did she read it wrong?

"Shh, don't bullshit."

"what?"

"I heard that it was a game-specific vest sent by the owner last night to separate the two team members." Xia Yinxiao said softly, in fact, this was what she heard from Grandpa.

"It turned out that the vest can also be like this." Feng Shuangshuang woke up with a look on his face.

Bai Xi heard a smile on her face after hearing their conversation. No wonder she felt that the vest was a bit weird. In fact, Frost was right. The vest was indeed a bit like a woman's bellyband, but more than a bellyband. It's okay to say a little cloth and say it's a vest.

"When did you become so enthusiastic about Cuju?" Bai Xi leaned over and asked softly.

"You like watching."

"That vest is specially tailored by you." She didn't believe that this man would be so kind, and specially prepared people to prepare competition vests similar to bellybands, saying that the nice point is to distinguish the two team members. The unpleasant point, he is For the sake of tidying people.

Feng Ming's lips were silent, and Jinmou seemed to be watching the upcoming Cuju competition intently.

Sure enough, he was black-hearted, and his black heart had already been taught, and she didn't want to teach anymore. "Your black heart is best not to be used on me." Then, Bai Xi was in a posture, his eyes fell on the field. The two teams on the field.

Gold eyes flickered suddenly, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved.

The game started with the cheers of everyone.

The game can not use internal force and light work, but each player inside is very fast, and the dribbling skills are very good. Whether it is low-level, high-altitude, pass or stop, their control skills are very Familiar, it really is the elite of each team. Since the situation of the two teams is similar, then there is tacit understanding. Which team is more tacit and the possibility of winning is relatively greater.

Feng Shuangshuang suddenly came to the front of the auditorium and shouted, "Brother come on! White team come on!"

Immediately after that, there was another cheering sound in the air. Although the audience this time were all from the Feng family, there were also fans cheering for the red team.

"Brother Yue, do you think that brother is terrific or brother Chenchen is terrific?" Feng Shuangshuang stopped and shouted and came to Bai Xi's side, her voice was a little hoarse, but after drinking a glass of water, it was much better.

"It's all great."

"Ah? That month, my brother thinks his brother will win or Qingchen will win?"

"Who thinks that Frost will win?" Bai Xi asked without answering.

"Of course I want my brother to win!" Feng Shuangshuang said happily like a child.

Suddenly, there was a cheer from the stadium. Looking up, it turned out that the white team had just scored a goal.

"Haha, my brother is amazing!" Feng Shuangshuang laughed loudly.

However, it didn't take long for me to be chased back by the Red Team, and it was still a very beautiful goal to score.

Murong Qingchen and Feng Chun are both very skillful and have the same strength, but they play differently. Murong Qingchen is stable and mature; Feng Chun is fancy and very Ingenious, no matter how they play, their skills are very efficient and very appreciated.

"Do you like Cuju?" Feng Ming, who had been silently watching the ball, suddenly made a noise, and Jinmou shot directly at Bai Xi's bright black pupils.

"Well? Not like it, but not hate it."