MTL - The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils-Chapter 47 Princess Four, please take care of yourself

The man in front of him was probably ten years old. He was tall and straight, with graceful jade bones, and a blue dress like waves. His long hair was **** with a blue ribbon. , Xiuya Qingjun's facial features like ink painting, the outline of each line is just right, especially those dark eyes, gentle and deep, said that pupils condensed Qiu Shui.

Seeing Mo Qing dull and looking at himself with a trace of obsession, Fengchen Ling frowned, and it was really the same goods as Mo Qingyu. Thinking of all the things that Mo Qingyu had done to himself before, the ink pupils of Fengchen Ling were stained with a layer of mist. Is he a person who wants to occupy himself?

"Four princesses, please take care of yourself."

Feng Chenling's angry look was unique in Mo Qing's eyes, and he held Mo Qing's heart tightly. Even looking at Feng Chenling's weeping appearance, her heart was a little painful, her hands were raised involuntarily, and she touched Feng Chenling's fat-like face.

But before touching Fengchen's face, Mo Qingdi's hand was captured again, Mo Qingdi fluttered empty, and naturally anxiously waited for the person in front of him.

"Isn't my sister wanting to disregard Lunchang?" Mo Qingli pulled Fengchen Ling behind him, because after all he was a "weak man", and as a "big woman", he should naturally protect him.

Mo Qingyan didn't seem to hear Mo Qingli's sarcastic sarcasm to himself, and a pair of phoenix eyes just stayed on Fengchen Ling tightly. Looked at Mo Fengli glaring behind Mo Qingli, his heart hurt to tear.

The neon next to him saw this, and hurried forward to hold Mo Qingxiang, "Princess, are you all right?"

"It's okay." Mo Qingyu was reminded by Ni Cui, then he calmed down and replied softly.

How long it looks like, just a few moments of effort, like a few years old. Mo Qingli looked at Mo Qingli coldly, but she didn't care about Mo Qingli. She only knew that the woman in front of her was looking at her side monk with an obsessive look. Thinking of this, her tone was a bit bad, "Since the fourth sister doesn't want to drink tea, the younger sister won't stay. Slowly! Yueyao, drop off!"

It is so obvious under the order of expulsion, if the usual Mo dumping is bound to end. Only now, her entire heart and the whole person are drowned in Feng Chen Ling, watching Mo Qingli holding Feng Chen Ling away, she only feels a swell of sweetness in her throat cavity, spit out a blood in her mouth, and her eyes are dark. I don't know about personnel!

Besides Mo Qingli's side.

She was carrying Fengchen Ling, walking without saying a word. Fengchen Ling was a little happy that Mo Qingli cares about herself so much, but looking at it this way, is it really difficult to just Mo Qingling's behavior towards herself?

It is impolite for a woman to stare at a wife in the country of women.

"Wife ... wife," Fengchen Ling stopped and lowered his eyebrows, looking a little grieved. "I ... I know that as a husband and wife, you shouldn't show your face at will. But when I heard that the four principals came to find The wife is in trouble and cannot sit still. That's why ... only ... "

Talking, Fengchen was crying, Mo Qingli sighed, held him in his arms, and comforted softly, "I'm not good, don't cry."

"I didn't expect her ... she would do that. Wife, I ..." Feng Chenling clutched Mo Qingli's shirt tightly, and a pair of watery eyes looked at Mo Qing with so much grievance. Li, let Mo Qingli be at a loss.