The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The man’s heavy voice rang in his ear: “Small things, I’m so hard for you, I’m not even playing when I’m gone. How can you cross the river to break the bridge?”

Tunxi screamed at the sore nose, and his eyes looked at the man who was blocking the road: "Then I say hello to you now, can you?"

As she said, she waved her hand and said with no expression: "Nan Gong Yu, I will meet again."

Nangong Temple was tempted by the ruthlessness of this little guy. He buckled the wrist that was waving and pulled her whole person into his arms. He smiled faintly: "You will talk again later, that book." Wang Hao is not very faceless."

The two were attached very close at this time, and the Tunxi was almost in the middle of the Nangong. This is again at the entrance of Ouyang's house. On the west street where people come and go, the number of people who come and go is always bet on them.

There are stunning, curious, and doubtful gaze in the gaze, but more is pointing to the contempt.

The two men are actually hugged in the street, it is simply insulting, shameless!

The cheeks of Tunxi were red, and she was not concerned about the gaze of others. At this time, she was also annoyed and angry, and she wanted to break his bondage.

The more she struggled, the more tight Nangu was holding her hand. In the end, she even grabbed her waist with one hand and held her in her arms.

"You... let go!" Quxi was in a hurry. "What do you want?"

Nangong Temple does not care about the eyes of the people around him. The more others look, the more intimate his movements are, just like the oath of sovereignty.

"Tell me, why did you suddenly feel so cold to me in the morning?" Nangong squatted and snarled in her ear. "If you tell me the truth, I will let you go, huh?"

The roots of Tunxi were biting tightly. She remembered the words of Suzaku’s condescending yesterday, and she remembered her warnings. She couldn’t help but sneer: “You are the high-ranking Pluto, I am just a prostitute abandoned by Nalan’s family. I dare to be cold to you, but I can’t afford it, I’m respectful.”

Nangong 煜 buckled her hand on the side of her waist, and her cold eyes fell on her red lips. I really wanted to seal this small mouth that spit out the words of the dead.

He is a decent King, for her plan, to accompany her to Ouyang House, even at the expense of internal force to help her cure, even only a high can not afford to climb?

Nan Gongyi's gaze was too cold, so that Tunxi could not help but shudder.

She remembered that the man had just tried to help her weak and pale face, but she couldn't help but feel guilty. She wanted to say something to make up for it, and suddenly there was a crisp bell in her ear.

When I looked back, I saw a luxurious carriage parked in front of myself. The car was pulled by a white horse. The whole body was white and shiny, and there was no trace of impurities. The clear eyes were even more radiant.

Sitting in the carriage is the green dragon of Nangong's confidant. He is a little breathless at this time, his face is full of eagerness: "The master, the son, please go to the carriage again."

His eyes were so intense that he swept over the four weeks, and his heart was very grateful that his master and son were cold and low-key. Although he was famous, few people could recognize him.

Otherwise, this is not to say that "Pluto is a broken sleeve, Pluto and the man intimately embraced each other" rumors spread, and then don't say that the master's reputation is damaged, the whole Jinling girl who is obsessed with the master must be mad!