Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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She really didn't understand him at all.

There are not many women around him, and even five fingers can be picked up, but Ye Ruge and her, who can touch his apex?

He is calm and self-controlling. He has ambitions and ambitions. He even chooses the mother of his child for himself. He arranges every step he takes next, and thinks terribly.

Jun Xiqing felt cold all over, and every moment with him now made her shudder.

She wants to escape.

At this time, a stab, the white gauze skirt on her body was torn, and her skin was cool.

"Ah," she exclaimed, quickly covering herself with two slim arms.

Lu Yeming covered her body, and the girl's delicate muscles were like the best sheep fat, and she was immaculate.

Too perfect things always make people want to destroy.

His deep eyes were stained with a few crimson scarlets, and his raised throat knot rolled up and down.

Slowly, he leaned down.

"Lu Yeming, don't!" Jun Xiqing struggled hard.

At this moment, two beeps, someone knocked on the door outside, "king."

The voice of the confidant Brahma passed over.

somebody is coming.

Jun Xiqing's eyes brightened. In case of a savior, she quickly pushed the man on her body, "Someone is calling you!"

Interrupted at this time, Lu Yeming pressed his cold lips, revealing a slight discomfort.

Fanmen had followed him for so many years, and was very decent, so that he would not bother to enter the woman's room at night.

Vatican must have something important.

But his handsome eyebrows were lazy, squinting at Fengmu's eyes and looking at this little face like a savior, he refused to rise.

"Hurry down from my bed!" She stung him.

Lu Yeming didn't move, looked at her red lips, he raised her eyebrows and kissed her.

Jun Xiqing opened her face small and did not let him kiss.

At this moment Vatican passed in a cautious voice, "King, King of Silver Face is here, and he will take the young lady away."

Sister Moer?

Jun Xiqing's eyes flashed.

But she hadn't had time to think, and she felt a bit light, and Lu Yeming had got up and got out of bed.

His long fingers picked up the sleeping belt and tied it to the exquisite waist. He pulled out his long legs and went out.

Jun Xiqing turned her face to the side, only to see the man's horns disappeared into her vision, cold, Yin ...

...

In the living room.

Xuan Ying rushed in with his confidante A Zhou and his men, and the bright light was plated on his tall and erect body, showing a bit of arrogant arrogance.

Tang Mo'er came downstairs wearing a pink dress, "Silver King, it's so late, why are you so enthusiastically breaking into the Westbound Palace to come to me, why?"

Xuan Ying lifted her thin lips and sneered, "Miss Tang, I lost a female slave in Hanshan Garden. The last person I contacted before she disappeared was you. I'm here to ask you to go and get my female slave back. Come!"

Lost a female slave?

Tang Mo'er twisted his eyebrows, "Silver face king, you mean ... Feng Lingxue?"

"Correct."

Tang Mo'er picked a delicate willow leaf eyebrow, and those bright eyes fell on Jun Ying's face. "Silver King, you say that she is your slave girl. Since she is a slave girl, she is missing. Why are you so nervous? "

Xuan Ying's heart seemed to be stung by the bee fiercely, and his ink-colored glazed eyes were covered with a layer of frost, then he looked at his confidant Amon's eyes lightly.

A Zhou nodded and stepped forward, "Miss Tang, please."

A Zhou reached out and buckled Tang Mor's slim arm.

Tang Mo'er tried to avoid it, but she hadn't moved yet. A big palm with a clear joint touched it lightningly, and hugged A Zhou's wrist.

A Zhou has followed Xuan Ying in these years. He has deep skill and is hung up. He wants to struggle with his backhand.

But after earning a bit, I couldn't make it.

The fingers that hugged him were stern and indifferent, and A Zhou's face changed.

At this moment, the fingers moved slightly, and a click made A Zhou's wrist broken.

A Zhou's face turned so pale that when he thought his hand was about to be abolished, another big palm came over.

Xuan Ying shot.

Xuan Ying held the big big palm of the bone, and when two people pushed hard, a shocking breath smashed away from the middle.

Xuan Ying took a step back, and A Zhou's calf hit a coffee table, and he knelt down instantly. "Lord West, his subordinates boldly offended."

Here comes Lu Yeming.

Lu Yeming had a dark blue silk pajamas inside and a black thin woolen coat on the outside. Just now he and Xuan Ying took a step back. Xuan Ying took a step back, and his body as long as jade had not moved.

The wet short hair on his forehead had been blown dry, covering his deep phoenix eyes. He was overflowing with a cold chill, and the aura of the king's aura.

Gently tilting his eyelids, he glanced down at A Monday.

The coffee table collided with a sharp noise, and the men and maids in the hall shuddered in shock.

Today, the West King and the Silver Face King go hand-in-hand to drive the Central Plains. In the eyes of the world, this should be their first confrontation.

The two top masters compete, even the gas field will hurt people.

Xuan Ying looked at Lu Yeming, and the bright yellow light plated the man. He was so dazzling that he would be astonishing when he appeared.

"Lord West, my subordinate has no intention of offending, so go around him."

Lu Yeming looked at A Zhou and wanted to move.

At this moment a soft little hand grabbed his sleeve, and a soft and soft voice sounded in his ear, "Ye Ming, forget it."

Tang Moer spoke.

Xuan Ying looked at Tang Mo'er, but couldn't see clearly. It seemed that the moment Lu Yeming came, Tang Mo'er was behind him.

Lu Yeming's handsome eyes moved slightly, because of the small hand that suddenly pulled in, the gloomy sternness in his eyebrows had dissipated, and he looked coldly at Zhou, "Get out!"

"Yes."

A Zhou quickly retreated.

"Lord Xi, I came here to invite Miss Tang to my Hanshan Garden. There is no other meaning. I also hope Miss Tang can go with me." Xuan Ying said.

Lu Yeming slowly twitched his thin lips, smiling nonchalantly, unspeakably cold, "Silver King, what if I disagree?"

Xuan Ying put her thin lips together, gloomy and cold.

Atmosphere, all at once.

If these two men go to war, blood will surely flow.

At this time Tang Moer loosened Lu Yeming's sleeves, and she took a step forward, "Silver King, I'll take a trip with you to help you find Feng Feng back."

"It's just ..." Tang Moer paused, slowly smiling, "I can help you find her once, but I can't help you find her a second time, sometimes a woman disappears for the first time and is a joke, and a second disappears. It really disappeared. Don't lose Feng Feng in the future. "

Looking at Tang Moer's clear pupil, Xuanying's large palm dangled to his side suddenly pulled into a fist.