Chapter 161 Men's Clothing Seven: Give Me a Smile?

Qin Molin was in a bad mood, thinking about how to catch Ye Xing, this slippery loach.

Suddenly, I found that there was a purple shadow under my eyelids.

Fengxingying!

He swooped down and landed in front of Feng Xingying, his jet-black robe showing off against the wind.

Feng Xingying stared at his ice cube face innocently, and said hello with a smile: "What a coincidence, you also go shopping?"

"You. When did you come?" Qin Molin looked suspicious.

"Why, where do I need to report to you?" Feng Xingying raised her eyebrows in dismay.

She should have thanked him for sending Qin Shiyi to protect her, but she didn't like the feeling of being watched.

Qin Molin also knew Feng Xingying's character and knew that he was anxious this time.

Moreover, the feeling in his heart towards Ye Xing made him feel somewhat guilty towards Feng Xingying.

His voice was a little low: "I'll take you back."

"it is good."

The two slender shadows pulled down a perfect arc. After Qin Molin turned to look at Feng Xingying three times in a row, he couldn't help but speak:

"Can you just laugh?"

Feng Xingying probably guessed that Qin Molin was suspicious, and still calmly smiled back at him, and corrected playfully: "Come on little girl, give me a smile?"

Her smile is very beautiful, with a dash of coldness and beauty, as light as a elf under the moon, but it has no sunshine at all.

Qin Molin remembered Ye Xing's smile, bright and unrestrained, like a big boy who was doted on and grew up in the sun.

Such a smile is impossible for Feng Xingying to have, because she has carried too many burdens.

Qin Molin couldn't help but stretched out his hand in distress and took Feng Xingying's shoulder domineeringly.

Feng Xingying was like a slippery loach, successfully dodging.

"I've already laughed at my grandfather, so what else?" Feng Xingying still had a smile on her face, but with a hint of alienation.

Qin Molin knew that she was still angry because he actually sent someone to follow her.

It was obviously Qin Shiyi's little bastard who made his own decisions, and Qin Molin just asked him to protect her secretly.

Who let him play tracking?

But Qin Molin's arrogant temperament didn't even know how to explain half a sentence to himself.

The two stood at a stalemate for a long time and parted unhappily.

...

For the big client Feng Xingying, Jubao Pavilion arranged a villa-type courtyard of the highest standard. It is located in the backyard of Jubao Pavilion. It is very convenient to go to Jubao Pavilion or other places in Ningzhou City. The courtyard has all the necessary facilities. , but there are few people.

Yunxiang wasn't worried about where Feng Xingying went, just cooking on time.

The aroma of the food wafts all over the garden.

A miniature red-skinned tortoise, a thin little black rabbit and a man in black all waited quietly around the stone table.

Yunxiang said apologetically, "Elder Brother Eleven, you have to wait any longer. We won't have dinner before my young lady arrives."

"Well, wait for the master." The red-skinned turtle swallowed.

"That's right, Tutu is the best, and must wait for the master!" The little black rabbit also swallowed.

Sister Yunxiang's cooking skills have improved again, she's really greedy.

Master, master, where are you?

The host said it was coming!

Feng Xingying pushed open the courtyard door, and what he saw was three pairs of eyes and a table of sumptuous dishes.

Feng Xingying's lips lifted slightly, and she said in a good mood, "Let's have dinner."

These three words are simply better than Xianle!

One person and two spirit beasts grabbed the chopsticks together, ready to start, start the grab!

Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying said again: "Qin Shiyi, come here, I have something to tell you."