Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 186: Pastry One

　　 waited until Feng Xingying turned into a cocoon, and the soul entered the trial. The original withered wooden man with a serious face was like a changed person, with an ugly smile on his face, and he also made fun of Qin Molin.

　　 "Unexpectedly, Mr. Qin would bring a woman, my cute little Yulian might be sad."

　　 "It is said that King Leng does not like beauty, it seems that those beauties are not beautiful enough. The girl Feng Xingying does look good, no wonder the prince asks your majesty to help him remarry." The **** also Just joking.

　　 "Huh, unless he, the emperor, doesn't want to do it." Qin Molin snorted coldly.

　　 The two couldn't help but look at each other. Unexpectedly, this temptation would have an answer. Qin Molin's attitude was so determined.

　　 It seems that he is serious about this Fengxingying? Even making a joke can be angry.

　　The dead wood man looked at Qin Molin thoughtfully, and then looked at the shadow of Feng Xing who entered the formation and turned into a white cocoon.

　　The old **** hurriedly rounded it off: "That's natural, that's natural. It's an old slave who is ignorant and doesn't know that she is yours. Now that I know, who would dare to be presumptuous? No wonder your Majesty has been reluctant to make an order. The old slave is a fool.

　　 Don't worry, the old slave must mention His Royal Highness well so that he will stop wishing. "

　　 Qin Molin didn't appreciate him, and he didn't even bother to take a word. He actually closed his eyes and rested on the cocoon of Feng Xingying.

　　 He just sat with his slender legs straight, like a statue, although his eyes were closed, it still gave people a luxurious and natural feeling.

　　 This kind of nobleness does not rely on distinguished status and gorgeous clothes like the royal family.

　　 His nobleness radiates from his bones. No matter how he hides it, even a simple black dress can't block the light on his body.

　　 The dead wood man also shook his head helplessly, thinking of his most beloved junior, that well-behaved and sensible little girl, if it is sad, it really hurts.

　　 Qin Molin poses this posture, obviously not wanting to say more, and he doesn't want anyone to discuss Feng Xingying anymore.

　　His Fengxingying, no one is allowed to discuss.

　　 But withered wood man is different after all, his age is almost at the level of fossils, and sometimes he can still rely on the old to sell the old.

　　He could not help taking out an exquisite mahogany food box, and did not disturb Qin Molin, but said to the old eunuch:

　　 "Come and taste, how does this dim sum taste?"

　　 "Well, it's delicious. The slaves often try various cakes for your majesty, and I haven't eaten such a delicious one." The old **** naturally knows how to get in the way of inflammation, and he exaggerates.

　　 Withered Woodman was obviously very happy. He also ate one and stuffed another one into Sesame’s mouth.

　　 The dim sum is very small, exquisite and beautiful, and it is actually a cute little white rabbit pattern.

　　The little black rabbit is holding a mini white rabbit pastry in its mouth. It eats very slowly, very slowly. It is estimated that a small pastry can eat for half an hour.

　　The little spirit beast has a small belly and eats slowly. This is normal.

　　 And the way this little thing chews slowly is really cute, withered wooden people can't put it down.

The sweetness of 　　 pastries, but failed to lure Qin Molin, he still sits upright, graceful and poetic.

　　The dead wood man was not reconciled, and threw a cake to Qin Molin in the air:

　　" Young Master Qin also tasted it. This was made by my little princess Yulian. I didn’t expect that Lian’er has a good heart and a good aptitude, and even his cooking skills are so good.

　　 If I am a few hundred years younger, such a good girl must marry home. "

　　 Qin Molin opened his eyes very cooperatively, took the cake, and took a casual bite.