The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

Liang Qiu Yanyan murmured: "It turns out that A Lang is called Feng Lingran."

She chewed the three words "Feng Lingran" several times, and she became more and more happy.

Her Alang's name is really nice, very in line with her Alang's personable and cruel temperament.

Unlike the warriors of the Liangqiu clan, they are dark and mad, and their names are wild, like the horses and eagles on the grassland.

There are two very different men, but Liang Qiuyanyan loves Feng Lingran, a white-skinned and beautiful man with a magnificent style.

Liang Qiuyan was originally planning to unblock Feng Lingran's acupuncture points tomorrow, but she changed her mind now and solved Feng Lingran's acupuncture points in advance.

"Alang..."

"My name is not Alang, eh?"

Feng Lingran's drowsy eyes shot at her, like ice thorns, cold to the bone.

Liang Qiu Yanyan was stunned. She subconsciously took two steps backwards, as if to maintain a safe distance, and not be hurt by Feng Lingran's cold eyes.

"Feng... Feng Lingran." She changed her mouth and thought to herself that he was not from the Liangqiu tribe and did not understand Alang's meaning. It would be normal to be angry.

Moreover, Liang Qiuyanyan has such a wild woman in her bones. She also doesn't like a weak little white face. She likes a man with personality, just like Feng Lingran.

In the momentum, even she was crushed.

The entire Liangqiu tribe, except Dad, has no second person.

Feng Lingran did it.

Liang Qiu Yanyan admired Feng Lingran, her eyes sparkled with surprise, and continued: "I have solved the seal for you. You will rest well tonight. I look forward to your performance tomorrow."

After Liang Qiuyan finished speaking, his cheeks turned and left.

The cold wind hit her outside, blowing her air-conditioner, but the heat on her face did not fade at all. Her eyes were flowing, as if she had eaten the candied little girl's house, her face full of affection.

"Ayan."

A brutal voice interrupted Liang Qiuyan's intoxicated expression. She looked up and saw the young man wearing tiger skin standing in front of her. The man's skin was bronze, the facial features were three-dimensional, and the deep pupil was as bright as the eagle falcon. .

The call sign is the true warrior of the Liangqiu triumph for three consecutive years. His appearance is as good as his strength. Almost all the unmarried women of the Liangqiu love him.

Before Feng Lingran appeared, Liang Qiu Yanyan thought the call sign was good.

But now, Liang Qiu Yanyan feels that the call sign and Feng Lingran are standing together, which is not as good as Feng Lingran. He does not have Feng Lingran's beauty, Feng Lingran's whiteness, or Feng Lingran's cold temperament.

Liang Qiuyanyan compared the two at the moment, and felt that the call signs were not as good as Feng Lingran. Even with their height, they also felt that the call signs were not as tall as Feng Lingran, and that they were not as long and elegant as Feng Lingran.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed and come here to find me?" Liang Qiuyanyan said with a frown, impatiently.

The callsign looked at her in astonishment, as if meeting her on the first day.

He shook his head in disbelief: "Ayan, I used to come to you before. You never talked to me like this. Only in a few days, you changed."

The call sign suddenly pointed at Liang Qiuyan's private house angrily: "Is it because the kid is right? You were lost by the kid, and you don't want to look at me anymore, right?"

"Call sign, you are extravagant, don't forget, I am the princess of the Liangqiu clan, and it is not up to you to take care of my affairs. Moreover, I have nothing to do with you other than growing up together. It was late, and Princess Ben was tired and went to rest."

The call sign looked at the back of Liang Qiu Yanyan's departure. His heart seemed to be torn apart. His eyes were covered with blood red. Now, for the man, Ayan actually ruthlessly separated him from him.