"Little child, why do you look like a teacher? Do you really fall in love with the teacher?" Purple clothes raised their hands, touched the chin of the water chest, and the ripples in the phoenix swayed like a lazy, confusing, as long as At a glance, people can no longer move their eyes.

Yuner looked at him with madness and had forgotten his heartbeat. He only felt that he could make the man in front of his face smile, even if she told her to take out her heart, she would be willing.

Yuner’s tears suddenly came out, even she didn’t know why? It’s as if there was something that I couldn’t ask for in my life, suddenly, in front of you...

The purple dress saw her tears and confessed to the joke: "Hey, how do you cry when you cry? It’s just a joke with you. If you don't like it, you won't say it again later."

Yuner cried more fiercely, tears blurred the line of sight, she did not want to move away, tears stirred his handsome face.

The purple coat reached out and tried to wipe her tears. When her long fingers touched her face, she wore it and he sighed again.

"Hey, for the teacher to cultivate for so long, it is still a useless soul, even to the little children to wipe the tears will not work, for the teacher is still called Feng Lingran!"

He shook his head helplessly, his face mourned, and when he turned and drifted away...

Yuner eagerly got out of bed and squatted on the ground. She didn't seem to feel pain. She stretched her arm and pulled the purple coat. The little hand grabbed an empty space. She said with sorrow: "Don't go, don't go."

Purple clothes, his little child, seeing that he should not be happy? Even if you are moved to cry, it should not be such a sorrowful cry, as if he is going to die soon.

The purple dress turned around and saw that she fell to the ground, crying, not sad, his eyebrows squinting, reaching out to hug her, met really nothing, his white lips licked.

Outside the door.

Feng Ling did not leave. He stood there like a door god, and he exuded the terrible breath of being inside the 100-meter-speaking person. He could hear clearly in the room.

Fall in love with the teacher?

Feng Ling’s fingers were tight and the palms were pierced, and the red blood was dripping. He didn’t even wrinkle his brows. His little soul and skin were thick enough. Where is the confidence? Ask such a problem?

He wants to accept the little soul, it is a breeze, it is nothing.

Now keep a little soul, let him wander in the world, but for the sake of...

Feng Lingran black and gloomy staring at the closed door, which is more sharp than the sword, seems to be able to penetrate the door and see what is happening inside.

The fingers are tighter, he doesn't go in, he is afraid that he can't control his emotions, he will hurt...

at this time.

Feng Shaoqi was just a hundred meters away. He saw Feng Ling standing at the door, but there were other men's voices in the door, and the voice of Xiao Yu. He felt so strange.

Not only him.

Even the guards around him felt strange.

"Less master, there seems to be a man and a woman in the main house. Is it now that the lord has changed the taste? Do you like this kind of thing?" The guard is also a master, and the sounds beyond 100 meters can be clearly heard, not to mention the sound in the room. Still so big, ghosts crying like a wolf.

Feng Shaoqi swept him coldly, and the guard immediately covered his mouth, and he took his own mouth and said: "The Lord is wrong, and the subordinate should not say that your brother is ill."

Feng Shaoqi was satisfied, and his eyes fell on the closed door. He thought deeply: "The voice of this woman in the big brother's room seems to be a little familiar. I don't know which lady? Big brother is also, such a funny thing, one People are exclusive and don’t call me."

The guard was stunned: "..."

The guards silently closed their mouths and took advantage of his family and masters. They thoroughly understood a rationale. As long as the Lord did things, no matter what right or wrong, the Lord would stand on the side of the Lord without consideration.

The guards thought of the butler, and they have never been reconciled to the fact that Feng Lingran snatched the sovereignty of the Lord. He had to remind the housekeeper to stop the plots and plots. His family had become a guardian.

The housekeeper and Feng Ling are right, they are doing the right thing against the Lord.

In the room.

The purple clothes smashed down, and finally comforted her not to cry. He sighed again and again, saying that he was useless. Seeing her tears and shaking his head, he rushed, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes flashed with brilliance, saying: "小徒Child, do you remember playing a game with the teacher?"

Yuner is confused. She tries hard to recall the story of Xiao Yu and the purple clothes. It is only full of Feng Lingran, and the purple dress is a piecemeal picture. She doesn't know what the game is.

Purple clothes saw her face pale, and said: "It doesn't matter, I will tell you."