When she was about to leave, she suddenly saw Feng Mingye's figure.
Moreover, Feng Mingye dispersed the strange black mist that even the eighth-level warriors could not deal with with one move, which made her even more addicted.
And now that she saw it, Feng Mingye's original cultivation was clearly at the fourth level of innate cultivation, but after a few days, he was already at the third level of acquired cultivation, which shows how powerful his talent is.
He is so handsome and incredibly talented, how could he not be loved by her.
When she saw the little masked girl who bullied her cousin throw herself into Feng Mingye's arms, she couldn't bear it anymore.
Come out with a gentle smile.
Yun Yaoling looked at the young woman who suddenly appeared and was a little surprised.
Does this woman know the young master?
"I'm sorry, my cousin is born with a stupid mind and offended the young master's maid.
Xinrou would like to apologize on behalf of my cousin."
Cheng Xinrou said to Feng Mingye with a very sincere apology on her face.
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere felt cold, and even Yun Yaoling felt it.
"Miss Cheng, Ah Yao is my fiancée, not a maid."
Swish, swish, what?
Yun Xiaoling's mind went blank.
She heard something.
What Yun Yaoling felt that her face was no longer her own.
If the veil hadn't blocked his face, he would have been extremely red.
The young master actually said that she was his fiancée.
Ah, you actually said that.
Yun Yaoling was very embarrassed and didn't know how to refute.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Xinrou misunderstood."
Cheng Xinrou didn't expect that Feng Mingye would actually tell such a disappointing fact, and the smile on her face froze.
"What, you have a fiancée, are you worthy of our lady?"
Xiaoyue, who was following Cheng Xinrou, looked at Feng Mingye's face obsessively.
When she heard this, she immediately stood up and shouted angrily at Feng Mingye.
"Shut up, Xiaoyue has always been spoiled by me.
She lost her sense in what she said.
Please don't take offense, sir."
Cheng Xinrou slapped Xiaoyue for talking nonsense with her backhand, and then apologized sincerely, but her eyes kept falling on Feng Mingye had never looked directly at Yun Rattle Bell.
Xiaoyue's face darkened after being slapped by Cheng Xinrou, and she glared at Yun Yaoling.
The look in his eyes made him want to peel off his skin and cramp his skin.
"Ah Yao, I have nothing to do with this girl."
Feng Mingye did not answer her words, but instead looked down at Yun Yaoling, who was beside him with dull eyes.
Yun Yaoling is still in a daze state of who am I, where am I, and what did I just hear.
The big black eyes were full of cuteness, which made Feng Mingye's heart tremble.
Ah Yao was so cute.
Feng Mingye's words made Yun Yaoling calm down.
She looked at Feng Mingye and then at Cheng Xinrou, whose eyes were a little dark.
Nodding obediently, "I know, I believe you, Master."
At times like this, it's better to act stupid.
This girl doesn't look good to others.
She's not good-looking and is not worthy of his young master.
At this time, she should do a good deed and help him.
Block the peach blossoms.
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When Cheng Xinrou saw Yun Yaoling's silly state, and then heard her address to Feng Mingye, she became more and more certain that she was a maid from a humble background.
She didn't know what method she used to gain Feng Mingye's favor, and she felt very fond of Yun Yaoling.
It's disdain.
When Feng Mingye heard Yun Yaoling's answer, he knew that the little guy was pretending to be stupid.
Don't expose her either.
"Oh, cousin, are you my sister?
Your cousin and I have been lying here for a long time.
Why don't you be so heartless and ignore your cousin?"
Fang Youqi lay on the ground like a dead fish.
He stopped listening to what his cousin just said, and felt very unhappy.
His cousin was so ordinary, and he wanted such a handsome man to fall in love with her, let alone a fiancée.
His cousin was still daydreaming. .
Instead of dreaming, it is better to look at him.
He is so pitiful and has become a salted fish lying on the street.
Strongly pampering the devil's concubine: Evil Lord, too fierce :