Well.......

Ignoring the twitching of Feng Baoer's mouth, Xuanyuan Jinghong continued: "Don't miss me."

"Don't miss me!"

Every time he said something later, he kissed Feng Baoer's lips.

Feng Baoer dodged left and right, and heard his last sentence: "Waiting for me tonight."

...

The subordinates were all stunned. Is this the master who regards women as a floating cloud?

That look as innocent as Bambi, and her sexy thin lips were pouting, like a child who had not received candy.

Why is Mao so enthusiastic?

Why do you feel unwilling to leave when you put your hair on others?

Why did Mao let them see it?

So, a group of broken hearts sent Feng Baoer back to the Prime Minister's Mansion in a daze.

It was the afternoon.

The sun is bright, but not dazzling.

The green lotus courtyard looks like the past, with pavilions, towers, winding paths, beautiful scenery and extra quiet.

There was no change in the morning when Feng Baoer disappeared.

Chunbai was busy cleaning inside and outside, and Qingya sat on a small stool focusing on embroidery.

She was planning to embroider a purse for the lady.

However, Qingya looked out from time to time.

The lady has been out for more than a morning, but why haven't she come back yet?

Could something have happened?

Thinking of this, Qingya was a little worried about whether she had met Miss II or Miss Six.

When she looked back, she found a figure slowly appearing in front of her.

"Miss." He cried happily and his body rushed over.

Feng Baoer looked at Qingya and rushed over with a bright smile, unable to see what had happened before: "Look at you, why are you crying and vague."

Qingya stomped her feet, and the lady was becoming more and more teasing.

I couldn't help but complain a little: "Miss, why did you go shopping in a garden? You have been walking around for so long. Judging from your leisurely appearance, you didn't take the Fengling Competition seriously at all."

"The Wind Spirit Competition is to take it to heart, not to talk about it."

Feng Baoer shook her head, thinking of the Fengling Competition, and then she thought of the beautiful scene before.

Thinking of this, I felt angry.

Damn Xuanyuan Jinghong, he is coming tonight and see that she won't chop him up.

"Miss, Miss, what are you thinking?" Qingya muttered a few words, and saw Feng Baoer's pretty face flushed slightly and his hands were tightly pinched together.

The gritting teeth was so terrifying.

How could Qingya know that just in the morning, Feng Baoer was taken out for a walk.

Almost lost innocence.

Feng Baoer retracted her mind and saw Qingya’s puzzled and curious expression: “It’s nothing, I’m a little thirsty. Go and make a watermelon? You want that kind of thin and sweet watermelon!”

"Yes! I'll go now!"

Qingya nodded immediately. He had just walked out a few steps, but he obviously felt something was wrong.

She turned around and her eyes turned on Feng Baoer a few times.

Finally I understood where the strange feeling came from, the clothes on the lady.

She clearly remembered that when Feng Baoer went out in the morning, she wore green clothes, but why did she wear orange clothes when she came back? Moreover, the lady didn't have this set of clothes at all.

Thinking of this, Qingya said, "Miss, what's going on with your clothes."

"What's wrong?" Feng Baoer's eyes trembled slightly, and she laughed and joked with a smile on the corner of her lips.
Chapter completed!