Luo Qingfeng was lying on the bedside chair in the yard, feeling at ease, and the arc of his mouth rose slightly.

As soon as Mo Lingxuan walked in, he saw this scene.

He tskated lightly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and walked in slowly.

"You are so content and you are not in a hurry at all." Tomorrow will be a beauty banquet, but the protagonist has not seen anyone yet.

Xiaofeng has done everything he should do in the past two days, as if there is no such thing as a beauty banquet.

Luo Qingfeng did not open his eyes and said slowly, "Why should we be anxious?"

It's just a beauty banquet, should you be so fussy?

"Has the Ninth Prince not come back yet?" How long has it been? Will you go to the Beauty Banquet?

"If he comes back, can you still enter my yard at will?" Luo Qingfeng glanced at him and said lightly.

Mo Lingxuan: “…”

OK, that's true.

Touching his nose, he sat down aside.

As soon as his butt fell on the stool, a chill came from behind, and he immediately turned around and looked back.

His handsome face came into his eyes, and he coughed lightly and swallowed with difficulty.

"Ninth Prince, you are back." It's too effective to say whoever you say will come.

Sure enough, you can't talk about people during the day.

Feng Jinghong held his hands behind him, and his whole body was still emitting cold air. The cold air spread in the air, and the temperature around him dropped little by little.

The chill came, and Luo Qingfeng frowned and opened his eyes.

He was dressed in normal clothes, but his breath was very cold.

"Where have you been?" Luo Qingfeng sat up and looked at him in confusion.

His body was cold, and the chill that hit his face was completely cold.

"It's nothing, I just went to solve a little problem, in an extremely cold place." Feng Jinghong smiled softly, walked to her and sat down on her bedside chair.

The cold air came over, and Mo Lingxuan immediately jumped away and shivered hard.

Very cold.

Luo Qingfeng glanced at him, then nodded, "Not hurt."

That's good.

Judging from his air conditioning, he probably came back in a hurry.

"Of course, no one can hurt her husband." Feng Jinghong smiled, then stretched out his fingers and pointed the tip of her nose.

When his cold fingers touched the tip of his nose, Luo Qingfeng immediately felt a chill falling into his heart.

It's very cold.

Even she felt it.

"You are so anxious to come back. Have you heard that I am going to the Beauty Banquet?" His secret guards wandered around the villa every day.

They were careful in the past, knowing that they could not hide it from her no matter what, and they seemed to be used to it.

"The beloved concubine is going to the beauty banquet, so she naturally has to accompany her husband, but you really want to go with him?" She can go with her as a princess.

Huang Yuaner, she is so brave.

Not only did they spread rumors outside, but they dared to say that in front of Xiao Qing'er, but they even dared to send a killer later.

This time, even if the fifth uncle protects him, Huang Yuaner will not be able to escape death!

Mo Lingxuan immediately felt a sense of spiritual injury when he watched the two of them interact.

He was still healing the trauma in his heart, and he looked over with cold eyes. He felt his hair stand up.

Ninth Prince, then what, I am just loyal, really, just loyal.

Don't look like this, you're so scared.

He looked up forty-five degrees and sighed in his heart.

Why did he come at this time?
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