"Only one. You are not fit to drink more. " Qin Molin's face was wearing a doting smile.

"I can. I'm not drunk." Feng Xingying refused to admit defeat.

Qin Molin did not argue with her, but walked to the table and put the glass of wine on his lips.

His lip color is bright red, in translucent Spirit Crystal Wine Cup, twinkling enchanting red light.

Feng Xingying returns to his senses in a hurry. Embarrassed, he does not dare to look at him. He just makes a voice to argue:

"just one cup and you steal it."

"Don't you want me to feed you?"

"Ah?"

Without waiting for her reaction, he had come close to him, only an inch away from his face, and pressed her lips gently.

The fragrant wine flowed in slowly from his mouth.

Feng Xingying widened his eyes and watched his slender eyelashes shining by the sun.

Lip points, she licked lip awkwardly, residual fruit wine, exudes attractive fragrance.

Feng Xingying was revived, and his lips fell again.

His action is clearly ambiguous, but with a sacred meaning, so that she can not resist.

After repeated several times, a glass of wine, finally all.

Feng Xingying doesn't remember the taste of wine at all. He only remembers his delicate face in the sun.

She seemed to have done something bad and had breakfast on her own.

He didn't press any more, just waiting for her gracefully.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, but it was quiet and wonderful.

"As you know, Ling chuxue helped me a lot when I ran away from the Qin family.

Without her, I would have become an unconscious beast if I had been taken as an experiment and kept in the dark. "

Qin Molin suddenly made a sound. His voice was not warm at all, but it was very nice.

Feng Xingying knew, so he didn't ask. After all, life-saving grace is greater than heaven.

But Qin Molin himself opened his mouth, and the breath of Feng Xingying cooled instantly: "so today, are you here to get justice for Ling chuxue?"

"I know you're not that kind of person." Qin Molin helpless: "because you disdain."

"I am!"

"You're not."

"I just, well, what do you do." Feng Xingying has been knocked up by him.

"Didn't you ask me to serve you yesterday?" He could have said such a thing shamelessly.

Feng Xingying thought Qin Molin's EQ was low, but now he suddenly felt that he was a black belly. He actually knew that the best way to deal with unreasonable women was to take action ~ ~

well, he succeeded.

All the stubbornness of Feng Xingying has also turned into the mouth shenkoujin like the wind dew.

A cloud and rain, a fine day.

Time is short.

Feng Xingying pushed his chest feebly: "I'm so tired. Let me sleep for a while."

"You know, I've never been in love with Ling chuxue. I haven't been in love with Ling chuxue before, and I won't be in love with Ling chuxue in the future." Taking advantage of Feng Xingying's weakness, Qin Molin continued the topic just now:

"as for that woman, you don't have to care too much. She's just my nominal mother. I just give her what she wants, and she won't embarrass you any more.

If you don't like them, why don't we stay away from them? "

"Can you accept your parents' arrangement, including marriage, for the sake of interests?" Feng Xingying said vaguely:

"Qin Molin, what am I to you? If I can't solve your demon blood, will you still like me? "

Qin Mo Lin pursed his lips and his face became cold.

He didn't answer. He just used actions instead of words.

But Feng Xingying suddenly felt powerless and disappeared.

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