The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

He shouldn't touch shamelessly where he shouldn't touch. He is not as beast as Feng Lingran after all.

Besides, even if he wanted to be ashamed of the pleasant little apprentice, he would not use Nan Huajun's hand...cough cough, when he never thought about this passage.

"Being a teacher for one day and a father for life, the master is the same as the father. For the father who cares about you, how can it be said that it is not right?" Zi Yi said seriously, he condensed the enchanting smile, and seemed to become Nan Huajun again. You can ignore this sentence coming out of his mouth.

Xiao Xi twitched his mouth, and said silently, "Thank you for your concern, Daddy, go to Shenfu to save my Daddy!"

2nd father?

Three black lines slipped down the purple forehead. There was a feeling of being called old. The stone he moved was hitting his feet. He couldn't scream. He raised his hand and touched Xiao Xi's head, as if he was getting old all at once. Years old, he said seriously: "It's a good filial child."

Xiao Xi speechless: "..."

Shen House.

Shen Moxin smashed things in the room, and the ground was full of broken precious porcelain, as if every piece was Xiao Xi, smashed and smashed.

There were rapid footsteps outside the door, and the comrade had not entered the room, only stood at the door and called out, "Miss."

I was hit by the porcelain thrown by Shen Moxin and hit my knee. Shenfu’s porcelain was fired from a rare Baitan mud. It is not only harder than ordinary porcelain, but also comes with a natural aroma mixed with aura. Miss Madam's favorite.

But now he is suffering from the person who was hit, and his knees are sore, as if they are broken. He squatted unbearably, and the cold sweat said: "Nan Huajun and Xiao Xi are here again, the villain is Invite them in? Or chase them out?"

He came to ask for instructions.

When Shen Moxin heard Nan Huajun, her hands shook slightly, and her heart was shaking.

She hoped that Nan Huajun would come back, but she hated Xiao Xi, why was Xiao Xi so shameless?It’s all gone, and come back with Nan Huajun?

Faceless little bitch.

"You said... Nan Huajun is back?" Shen Moxin's anger slowly subsided.

"Yes, Miss, and Xiao Xi, she came to Shen Fu with Nan Huajun." He mentioned Xiao Xi again, as if to remind Shen Moxin.

Shen Moxin didn't hear clearly. She deliberately ignored Xiao Xi. Subconsciously, Xiao Xi felt unbearable. She was not worthy of being with Nan Huajun. Even saying that they were not worthy of being together would make her angry.

Shen Moxin was really angry again, her beautiful eyes were gloomy and horrible, like the devil's fangs, she kicked, and the broken porcelain pieces on the ground flew up like a dart shot, and fell on the corpse accurately. On his face, the sharp porcelain mouth cut like a blade, cutting his face and mouth, and instantly became a bloody man with blood on his face.

The next man knelt on the ground and did not dare to move. With his cultivation practice, he could avoid these tiles, but he did not, he did not dare, rather disfigured than dare.

"Don't mention that bitch in front of me." Shen Moxin said coldly.

"The villain knows that he is wrong." He lowered his head, the blood was like tearing a long line of blood, and kept dropping, and soon stained the ground.

"What a bitch, annoyed our young lady? I'm going to teach her hard." A young and handsome man appeared at the door of Shen Moxin, and he was surprised when he saw the floor covered with pieces of porcelain. .

These are the jade and white porcelains that Missy loves, and they are carefully protected on weekdays. Even the old man accidentally touched one of them and crippled the corners, and Missy was distressed. "Corpse"?

How much madness should the young lady get to crush these beloved jade and white porcelain?

Ouyang Qilin's black eyes sank, his fingers clenched, and he wanted to teach the slut to Missy.

"Qi Lin..." Shen Moxin stopped Ouyang Qilin, he is the eldest son of Ouyang Changming, and his young spiritual strength has reached the level of his father. The speed of cultivation is extremely terrifying. Even the big lady Shen Moxin Treat him differently.

Ouyang Qilin grew up in Shenfu from an early age. He knew long ago that his existence was to protect the elder lady Shen Moxin.

When Ouyang Qilin heard her call him Qilin, for a moment, he would have throbbing in his heart. How intimately he was called, as if his relationship with her was unusual, and in an instant, Ouyang Qilin returned to reality, He looked as usual, as if he had never throbbed.

He knows his identity and will never be the one in Shen Moxin's house. He shouldn't think about it. He just hides it in his heart. He will be buried forever. Only he will know forever.

"Nanhua is here, I don't want him to leave so quickly." Shen Moxin showed the girl's shyness in her eyes. She likes to call him Nanhua instead of the name and surname. She looks rusty. The love is even more unbridled and incisive.

Ouyang Qilin is her most loyal person and her best listener. She has any concerns, even if she dare not tell her father, she will tell Ouyang Qilin that this is a habit that has been cultivated all year round, because he is Her Qilin.

Ouyang Qilin was shocked. In the place where Shen Moxin could not see, his far-sighted eyes flashed sadly. When he came, he heard that Nan Huajun was coming.

He still remembers that the name Nan Huajun was told to him by Shen Moxin seven years ago. At that time, he was just a 13-year-old boy and he did not understand the love and love in the world. He only knew that Shen Moxin said every time By the time of "Nan Huajun", her eyes were shining like glazed glass.

Gradually, Ouyang Qilin felt uncomfortable when she said more times, but he would still listen to her. He likes to see the smile on her face and the glazed light in her eyes.

Somehow, Ouyang Qilin suddenly realized that the young lady he was guarding had a feeling of affection for the man named "Nan Huajun".

Ouyang Qilin is lost, he is not jealous, he is her eternal guardian, not qualified to be jealous..