Chapter 317: 327 Peeping Your Heart 4 (1/2)

Chapter 317 327 Peeking at your heart 4

Xu Ying wondered, was it just her illusion just now, how could she read the mind of the male god?

Ah what is going on? His head was messed up like a paste.

Lifting his eyelids and meowing a second glance at the Lord Goddess, he looked at her calmly, his mouth twitched, his eyes were very strange, Xu Ying's head buzzed, and in an instant, she almost thought that what she had just seen through his mind had already happened. When he knew it, she was so scared that she immediately retracted her gaze and dared not glance at him indiscriminately, turned around eagerly, and ran out of the box.

Long Yan waited for her to leave the box and smiled with arms akimbo: ”Brother Rong, Yanfu is not shallow.”

Leng Yerong hooked at him, he approached excitedly, and had not yet responded. As soon as Leng Yerong lifted his leg, he kicked him directly, causing Ji Yiming to laugh on the ground and gloat.

”Brother Rong, why are you doing this, I gave you Yanfu, you actually gave me a kick!”

Leng Yerong's face was serious, and she squeezed the goblet tightly, with a calm expression: ”Don't make fun of her with me next time!”

Long Yan went to sing angrily. Ji Yiming and Ye Mei told their tragic story tonight. Leng Ye was grateful to ask Leng Yejin: ”You scared Yiming enough, isn't it too cruel?”

Leng Yejin's face darkened: ”Today I can pierce her finger, and what will he do to her tomorrow for his crazy desire to explore? This is just a small matter. Who can guarantee that there will be no big things next time? I will be Are you partial to brothers or women?”

That's true. Leng Yerong shut up decisively, wiped the corners of her lower lips with her fingers, and the waiter knocked on the door and walked in: ”Mr. Leng, Miss Xu sprained her foot because she ran too fast when she went down the stairs...”

Before the words finished, Leng Yerong got up suddenly and strode out. Back again, there was a woman in her arms, and the princess hugged her and landed on the sofa.

Xu Ying raised her eyes, her drunken eyes blurred, her gaze fell on Leng Yerong's face, his face was cold, and he stood beside him with a long posture, as if the gentle pampering that had just picked her up suddenly was just her illusion.