Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 161: Men’s clothing seven: Give me a laugh?

　　Qin Molin was very upset, thinking about how to catch Ye Xing, this slippery autumn loach.

　　 suddenly realized that there was a purple shadow under his eyelids.

　　Fall the stars!

　　 He swooped straight down and landed in front of Feng Xingying, a jet black robe stretched into the wind.

　　Feng Xingying stared at his ice cube face innocently, and smiled and said hello: "What a coincidence, are you shopping too?"

　　 "You. When did you come?" Qin Molin looked suspicious.

　　 "Why, where do I need to report to you?" Feng Xingying raised her eyebrows unhappy.

　　 She should have thanked him for sending Qin Eleven to protect her, but she didn't like the feeling of being watched.

　　 Qin Molin also knows Feng Xingying’s character, and knows that this time he is impatient reads;.

　　 And the feeling in his heart towards Ye Xing made him feel ashamed of Feng Xingying.

　　His voice is a bit low: "I will send you back."

　　 "Good."

　　 The two slender shadows pulled down a perfect arc, Qin Molin couldn't help but speak after turning his head to look at Feng Xingying three times in a row:

　　"Can you please laugh?"

　　 Feng Xingying probably guessed that Qin Molin was skeptical, but calmly returned him with a smile, and wisely corrected: "Come on, chick, give him a smile?"

　　 Her smile is very beautiful, with a touch of coldness and beauty, as light as an elf under the moon, but without the slightest breath of sunshine.

　　 Qin Molin thinks of Ye Xing's smile, bright and unrestrained, like a big boy who has been loved since he was a child and grew up in the sun.

　　 such a smile is impossible for Feng Xingying to have, because she is burdened with too much.

　　 Qin Molin couldn't help but stretched out his hand distressedly, and grabbed Feng Xingying's shoulder domineeringly.

　　Fengxingying is like a slippery loach, successfully dodged.

　　 "I laughed to the Lord, what else?" Feng Xingying still had a smile on her face, but with a trace of estrangement.

　　 Qin Molin knew she was still angry because he actually sent someone to follow her.

　　 It was obviously the little **** of Qin Shiyi who made his own claim, and Qin Molin clearly only asked him to protect her secretly.

　　Who let him play tracking?

　　 But Qin Molin's arrogant stinky temper didn't know how to explain it for himself.

　　 The two stalemate for a long time, and they separated.

　　……

　　 Jubao Pavilion arranged a villa-type courtyard of the highest standard for Feng Xingying’s major client. The location is in the backyard of Jubao Pavilion. It is extremely convenient whether to go to Jubao Pavilion or other places in Ningzhou City. All facilities are available, but there are a bit less people.

　　 Yunxiang is not worried about where Feng Xingying has gone, but just cooks on time.

　　 The fragrance of the food floats all over the garden.

　　 A mini red-skinned tortoise, a thin black rabbit, and a man in black all over, waited quietly around the stone table.

　　 Yunxiang said apologetically: "Eleventh brother, you have to wait any longer. My lady is not here, we will not have dinner."

　　 "Well, wait for the master." The red tortoise swallowed.

　　 "That is, the tutu is the best. You must wait for the owner!" The little black rabbit swallowed too.

　　 Sister Yunxiang’s cooking skills have improved again, she's really greedy.

　　Master, master, where are you?

　　 The master is here!

　　 Feng Xingying pushed open the courtyard door and saw three pairs of eager eyes and a table of sumptuous dishes.

　　Feng Xingying’s lips lightly raised, and she said in a good mood: "Let’s have dinner."

The three words 　　 are better than Xianle!

　　 One person and two spirit beasts grabbed the chopsticks together, ready to do it, start grabbing!

　　Who knows Feng Xingying said again: "Qin 11, come here, I have something to tell you."