The Wife of the Wealthy Family Is Fierce and Cute

Wang hugged Feng Ling for a while, then let her go, and said to her: "Go to sleep, I remember you loved kicking the quilt when you were young, don't kick the quilt again at night."

Feng Ling was embarrassed when she heard this.

It was all a long time ago.

and……

"How do you know that I kicked the quilt when I was a child?"

Having said that, she looked at him with wary eyes.

There was a smile in Wang's eyes that could only be seen in front of her: "The high priest told me."

Feng Ling has escaped. Is it really okay for him to talk about such a shameful thing at this time?

After closing the door of the wing room, Feng Ling leaned her back against the door and murmured, "Why do you look more and more like Yan?"

The same shameless.

She also likes to say things that make her overwhelmed.

This made her think that he already had Yan's memory.

"The majestic lord of a country, can you get used to sleeping on the bench in the living room?"

After muttering these words, Feng Ling strode to the side of the bed, took off her shoes, lay down, and pulled the quilt to cover herself tightly from head to toe.

After a while, her muffled voice came from under the quilt:

"It's you who are willing to sleep in the living room, not I let you sleep, and you are not my Yan, so I don't feel bad."

After she finished speaking, she didn't make any more sound.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Seeing that three hours were going to pass again, Feng Ling sorted out the five months he had experienced before and after twice, and finally couldn't lie down anymore.

She lifted the quilt abruptly, revealing her blushing face, and murmured: "Since your character can be changed because I changed the process, will you still have the memory of Yan in the future?"

Thinking of this, she couldn't lie down anymore, so she lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked out of the wing room.

There was no moonlight tonight, and there was no light in the living room. Feng Ling stood there and got used to it before looking at the black figure lying on the bench.

She stood there and called softly: "Jing Zhou."

And got no response.

Feng Ling muttered: "You are sleeping so soundly, aren't you afraid of an assassin coming in?"

After speaking, she subconsciously lowered her steps and walked over there.

When he got there, Wang still showed no sign of waking up.

Feng Ling stood there looking at him, Wang was very tall, and the stool was only one meter long, so he used four stools.

The two stick together, and the two stick together.

Even so, it was very aggrieved for him.

Feng Ling looked at one of his feet on the ground, thinking whether to help him lift it up.

Just as she was bending over to do so, an arm quickly lifted the quilt around her waist and slammed into him before she could react.

Feng Ling exclaimed: "Ah..."

"Little Ling'er, don't be afraid."

Wang held her waist with one hand and stroked her back with the other.

Feng Ling lay on top of him, and after her heartbeat slowed down, she looked up at the outline of his face in dissatisfaction, lightly hammered his chest twice, and accused him angrily: "You pretend to be asleep."

"Will you come if I don't pretend to be asleep?" After Wang finished speaking, he squeezed her tighter, and then whispered in her ear: "Xiao Ling'er, it's so late, why did you come out?"

Feng Ling felt that his breathing was a little heavier than usual, so she turned her head in embarrassment and didn't answer him.

Wang chuckled in her ear, the laughter was hoarse and seductive: "Do you feel sorry for me sleeping here?"

"No."

Feng Ling returned very quickly.

Wang laughed again, and continued to whisper in her ear after laughing: "Xiao Ling'er, I can't sleep here at all, can you give me half of your bed?"

"no."

"I won't do anything to you until we get married."

...

Feng Ling stopped talking again.

Wang continued to whisper in her ear how uncomfortable it was to lie on the bench.

The more I talked, the more I kept her waiting tighter.

Maybe because he couldn't see the other person's expression, Wang finally said: "If you don't let me go to bed, I will hold you and sleep all night."

Feng Ling was taken aback when she heard this.

Wang would never say such shameless words to her, only Yan would say them every time he pestered her to make out.

Thinking of this, her breathing suddenly became a little unsteady.

Wang immediately felt the change in her breathing, and suddenly stopped talking, and her breathing was faster than before.

Feng Ling closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest, Feng Ling subconsciously murmured: "Yan."

The big hand froze, and in the next second, the bodies of the two changed.

Before Feng Ling could react, the punitive kiss was suppressed.

Feng Ling felt the hostility emanating from his body, and while his clothes were being torn ruthlessly, she hurriedly pushed him: "Jing Zhou, stop."

"Xiao Ling'er, this king said that as long as you don't think about other men, this king can give you everything, even life."

The king's voice was filled with suppressed violence.

"Why do you still think about that man?"

"No...he's not another man."

"You still speak for him."

Wang's voice was as deep as ice, and the tip of his teeth punitively grinded against her skin.

"Well……"

Feng Ling suffered from the pain, and suddenly felt a sense of grievance in her heart, and her eyes were even more steamy.

...

When things were about to get out of control, Wang stopped at the last moment.

Panting heavily, he buried his head in the hollow of her shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Ling'er, even at this moment, I still don't want to make you sad, why are you willing to make me sad."

Feng Ling's tears welled up suddenly, she hugged his neck tightly, and growled at him: "Jing Zhou, you big villain!"

"Don't cry." Wang raised his hand to touch her cheek, and when he touched the tears in his hand, his heart ached.

"Little Ling'er, do you know how important you are to me? Without you, what would I do with this world?"

After speaking, he pushed her closer.

Hearing what he said, Feng Ling suddenly thought of what Fenghuang told her. Fenghuang said that when she disappeared, the king ordered the high priest and all the supernatural beings to seal the entire priest's hall, and at the same time repaired his tomb next to the priest's hall.

At that time, Feng Ling didn't ask when Wang died.

The more I think about it, the more frightened I become.

She pressed him even tighter, still whispering viciously in his ear: "Jing Zhou, you are a big fool! I don't like other men at all, what I like is you in future generations."

When Wang wanted to speak, Feng Ling directly covered his mouth.

"Don't talk, listen to me, we..."

Feng Ling opened her mouth, and suddenly found herself speechless.

This made her anxious. Last time she wanted to say that Feng Lan was the murderer behind the scenes, but she was speechless.

This time, she wanted to talk about the future life, but she was still speechless.

Feng Ling thought for a while, gritted her teeth, and said to Wang: "Jing Zhou, take me to the wing."

Wang Yi was taken aback, raised his hand to remove her hand covering his mouth, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Ling'er, have you made up your mind?"

Feng Ling rubbed her cheek against his, and asked in a low voice: "Don't you want to."

Wang stopped talking, stood up, hugged her horizontally, and strode towards the wing room.

...

When Feng Ling finally struggled to open her eyes, what she met was a pair of gentle and tender eyes, which Feng Ling was so familiar with, she was about to call out Yan when she suddenly realized that he had no memory of future generations at all. In order to prevent him from knocking over the jar of vinegar, he called out: "Jing Zhou."

Undisguised joy burst out of Wang's eyes instantly, and he hugged Feng Ling into his arms, "Xiao Ling'er, you will be my queen from now on."

Feng Ling opened her mouth, and finally hummed softly.

Wang was provoked by Feng Ling's behavior, and after laughing, he hugged her again, held her hand and said seriously: "Xiao Ling'er, I will never be rough on you again, even if you put I'm so angry that I won't be rough on you."

Feng Ling said sullenly, "You can't be jealous."

"As long as you stop thinking about that man."

Feng Ling: "..."

There is no end to this man! Feng Ling rolled up the quilt directly, and said inside the quilt, "I still have to sleep."

Knowing that Feng Ling was thin-skinned, Wang got up without saying anything else.

Feng Ling waited for him to go out before getting ready to get up.

...

By the time Feng Ling got up and walked out, it was already noon.

There was no one in the hall, but there were voices outside the yard.

Feng Ling listened for a while, and it was Wu Shilang who was reporting the follow-up of last night.

At this time, Mrs. Wang came in with a bowl of porridge and some side dishes.