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Chapter 221 The young marshal and the petite wife (16)

"Lian'er--"

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from a distance.

An Wen lowered his long gray sleeves, dragged his lame legs and walked away quietly, buried his head in the flowerbed, and used the utensils in his hand to trim the branches.

Lian Mei raised her hand calmly, broke down a precious peony, and then she turned around.

When I turned around, I saw a 'teenager' in green military uniform standing there.

The dark eyes are bright, the eyebrows are picturesque, and the long body stands tall.

"Lian'er, come here."

“…”

Lian Mei walked over with the peony flower in her hand.

Fenghua kissed Lian Mei's face and asked, "Don't you miss me?"

Lian Mei didn't say anything.

His closeness to the "teenager" has changed from being embarrassed to being adaptable now.

Just kiss...

There will be no shortage of meat.

Fenghua pinched Lian Mei's chin, looked around on his beautiful face, then sighed, and said with a false sadness:

"Oh. Lian'er is so cruel. She doesn't miss me at all."

"But what to do..." She suddenly lowered her voice and slowly approached Lian Meiyanhong's lips and said, "I miss Lian'er."

There was also An Wen who knew that his true identity was a man. Although An Wen buried his head and did not look here, the sudden and unconcealed expression of his feelings still made Lian Mei feel embarrassed.

He unnaturally turned his face slightly and whispered to Fenghua: "I just saw it not long ago."

"Lian'er's temperament is really unfamiliar with the charm."

Fenghua said seriously without blushing, "I like Lian'er, so I naturally want to be with Lian'er at all times. As soon as Lian'er's front legs leave my sight, I start to miss you. I really want to make you smaller, put it in my pocket, and wear it with you."

Her Majesty's seductive love words were like those that were worthless.

Even though he was as cold as a lotus, a hint of crimson appeared on his face, which was covered with ice-skinned and jade-boned.

pity.

No matter how beautiful the love words are, the favorability of Lian Mei will not increase at all.

Fenghua sighed in his heart.

This is the hardest one I have ever challenged.

"I have said so much, did Lian'er say nothing?"

“…”

The charming peach blossom eyes of the lotus blinked and looked at the Fenghua.

What does it mean?

Fenghua smiled but said nothing, just waiting for Lian Mei to think.

After thinking for a while, Lian Mei hesitated to hand out the peony flower in her hand.

"The beauty gave me a beautiful flower, and the young man will give me a gift to the Buddha with flowers." Fenghua raised his hand, gently pulled it out of Lian Mei's hand, pinched the peony flowers off the branches, and put it on the edge of Lian Mei's black hair.

Lian Mei has a beautiful face. Not only can this precious peony not suppress his bright colors, but it also makes the beauty look more and more beautiful.

After putting that peony between Lian Mei's hair, Feng Hua took a step back slightly, and her black eyes flowed on Lian Mei's body, curled up the corners of her lips and said:

"Famous flowers are so popular that the country and the two of them are happy, and the king often sees them with a smile."

"I don't know who the king is looking at, but what I look at is... Lian'er."

“…”

Faced with the sensual rank of Her Majesty the Queen's soaring straight up, Lian Mei was slightly unable to withstand it.

in particular……

"There are still others here, young marshal should not do this." Lian Mei reminded softly.

Feng Hua said in a faint tone: "Hmm?"

A dangerous curve flew out from the end of his eyes, clearly saying: I called wrong again.

“…husband.”
Chapter completed!
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