The First Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Two Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Thirty-Nine)

Jiuyueying's eyes were cold, and she pursed her lips tightly.

The last time in the Imperial Garden, Jiu Bai ignored Meng Feimo, she thought that Jiu Bai had changed, or that she had some plans.

now,

See it.

Jiu Bai never let go of her plans at all.

Jiuyueying snorted coldly.

Anwei sighed, "Yes."

Seven Palaces,

Meng Feimo took a deep breath and walked in. In the next second, his footsteps instantly stiffened.

Even the adjusted smile on his lips froze.

The well-manicured nails are deeply embedded in the palm of the hand, ... Ye Yanhan!

Ranbai looked at Meng Feimo, came in, raised his eyebrows lightly, and the corners of his lips evoked a smile that was not a smile, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Meng Feimo lowered his head and tried to control his emotions.

Jiu Bai, don't force me...

don't push me...

When he raised his head again, all the shadows in Meng Feimo's eyes dissipated, and he looked pitifully at the dyed white, with a pair of watery eyes that could talk, staring at him with affection, "My lord, can we Take a step to talk?"

Soft tone, tactful and pleasant.

Ye Yanhan lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes drooped down, and his deep and beautiful eyes made it impossible to see emotions.

He lightly pursed his pale and thin lips, poked the porridge with a spoon, and immediately,

His clean and slender hands held up the fine porcelain white bowl with gorgeous rose petals printed on it, and the beautiful hand placed on it, which was particularly beautiful against the backdrop.

The young CEO looked indifferent, took a sip with a porcelain spoon, put it to the girl's lips, and opened his lips indifferently: "Drink."

Dyeing white: "..."

Ranbai looked at the handsome and dignified man, coughed lightly, drank the glutinous rice porridge handed to his lips, nodded earnestly, the corners of his lips curved slightly, his tone was coaxing and doting: "Really Delicious."

The young president snorted, took back the porcelain spoon indifferently, and took a sip himself.

Ye Yanhan unconsciously bit the porcelain spoon, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Well, it's delicious...

very sweet.

Meng Feimo looked at this sweet scene as if no one could get involved, and his face gradually sank.

He could almost see pink bubbles popping up all around him.

It hurt Meng Feimo's eyes.

How could this be,

How could this be!

Jiu Bai can only be his, only him! I can accompany Jiu Bai all the way!

Meng Feimo thought like crazy, his eyes were glued to the dyed white body, and he was obsessed.

Ranbai felt the low pressure beside him, clapped his hands, and raised his eyes: "If you have anything to do, just say it here."

Meng Feimo sneered in his heart, this Ye Yanhan had the ability to fascinate Jiu Bai.

But so what, Jiu Bai, she can only, and can only, like herself alone.

"Seventh Prince, this matter is of great importance and should not be heard by outsiders." Meng Feimo glanced at Ye Yanhan intentionally and said.

Dianbai made an "oh" sound, and said casually, "Okay."

Hearing Dianbai's words, Meng Feimo's eyes flashed with ecstasy.

really,

In Jiubai's eyes, Ye Yanhan is just a plaything!

At most, Ye Yanhan was so good to Ye Yanhan because of his usefulness.

But now it's about business, how could Jiu Bai let Ye Yanhan be here!

Meng Feimo's mood instantly rose back from the abyss where he fell, and even his eyes brightened a lot.

He hooked his lips and looked at Ye Yanhan with an uncontrollable smugness and arrogance, "Did you hear me, the Seventh Prince asked you to leave here!"

Meng Feimo's voice was contemptuous, "You can listen to this kind of thing..."