My Little Mom is the Richest

"Well! I will definitely meet! I will definitely. I will help you find them together with Ning Ran. Until we find them, we will marry and get married together." Ning Ran said, her tearful eyes glowing with hope.

"Okay! Let's get married and get married together, but before that, you have to raise your body and take a good rest." Mingyuejun smiled and coaxed Ningxiang, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hand, and pulled the quilt again. .

"Yeah!" Ningxiang agreed very simply this time, and immediately closed her eyes obediently. Seeing Ningxiang finally willing to rest at ease, Mingyue Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the candlestick, and gently opened the door...

"Tsk tusk! If you hadn't seen it in the daytime, you would never see that this girl has such a strong aura. Let alone my cousin who is strong and strong, even I shocked her. Alas! This person, Sure enough, you can't judge people by their appearance, and the ancients don't deceive me!" Xue Yan Lexing leaned against the table, smiling as the woman in the mirror gradually walked into the boudoir.

"Take it down!" Feng Xueyang leaned against the window, watching the snow scene outside the window, and said calmly.

Hearing this, Xuelang Lexing waved his sleeves, and the influence in the mirror gradually dissipated. I got up lazily, took the wine bottle and poured a sip into his mouth, slapped his lips and said, "What? All right?"

"It's just an unexpected thing. What is good?" Feng Xueyang raised his hand to pour the wine into his mouth, but found that the bottle was empty. He reluctantly got up and went back to the case, took another bottle, opened it, and sat down. Drink slowly.

"You drink like this, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's okay." Xue Le Xing looked at his friend obliquely, seemingly careless, but with a lot of worries in his eyes. "In fact, what the girl said is not unreasonable, you The formation of Ziwei Lanyuan is just to prevent ordinary people from breaking in. Although it is subtle, it is not difficult for people with a certain level of Taoism to crack. You are really sure. Is the person who broke in that night the clear water?"

"..." Feng Xueyang didn't say a word after hearing it. The hand-held wine bottle gracefully got up and walked slowly to the desk, took a pair of words, spread it out slowly, and looked at it affectionately and intently.

Xue Ru Le Xing was curious, and took the wine in his hand, languidly walked to the table, and glanced at the door, "Last year, today, the peach blossoms and peach blossoms are reflected in the red. I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze... Haha...I'm in good spirits! When did you create such a masterpiece? His! No...this word!" Xue Le Xing squinted carefully at the handwriting in front of him. In the four-line poem, the vigor and the momentum are almost the same. It is indeed the unique style of Fengxueyang. It's just that the first two lines are more stern and elegant, but the last two lines are more delicate and add a sense of femininity that women can only have. Obviously, the last two lines of poems should come from the hands of women.

"I can see it." Feng Xueyang didn't look at Xueliang Lexing, and gently stroked the black handwriting with her right hand. She looked at him idiotically, as if talking to him, and then said softly as if she was babbling. My friend framed me, looking sadly at Yuanzhong Taohua, chanting this poem... I taught her the word hand by hand, but now it seems to have made a lot of progress. She has become more and more free and easy, and the past few years will definitely be wonderful." While she was speaking, her expression gradually became lonely.

"Look at what you look like now, how can there be a trace of the elegance of the first son?" Seeing the loneliness of his friend, Xue Ren Lexing was heartbroken.