Who is the unmarried wife of the noble school grass, and whose heart is slowly entering? 068 evil breath

  Ran Xiangyu was stunned by the words of this good-looking but slightly immature boy in front of her. After learning that she was Nan Fengluo's fiancée, he still had the courage to tell her that he liked her.

  "Xiao Yu Xue Jie, I...I won't give up, especially after yesterday, I will never give up, I'll always wait for you!" The boy opposite had already walked far away.

  Ran Xiangyu felt a little moved. She naturally remembered this boy, the school grass of Class 32 in the first year of high school who was rejected by her, Zhao Youfan.

  At her most difficult time, he gave her great comfort, and she somewhat regretted whether she should have accepted his confession in the first place.

  "Xiao Yu Xue Jie," a teasing voice came from the opposite side, and Ruan Xiao Yu found herself unknowingly walking into the exclusive lounge of the noble department's A-class individual members. Nan Feng Luo was wearing a neat school uniform, leaning lazily on the recliner, facing Ruan Xiao Yu directly.

  "What...what are you doing?" Ran Xiangyou felt a chill run down his spine.

  Nan Feng Luo Zao Rang Xiao You Huan Huan held the remote control in his hand, and a wicked smile spread across his face: "What do you say?"

  Ran Youyou saw the remote control in his hand and suddenly thought of something. He looked fiercely at the LCD screen in front of him.

  The screen was paused, but she saw at a glance that it was the scene where Zhao Yufan had just spoken to her. She couldn't help but surge with anger in her heart, and all the old and new hatreds came flooding out.

  "Nanfeng Luo, you're sick!" Rang Xiao Yun glared at Nanfeng Luo lying on the chaise longue, "Do you really enjoy snooping into other people's private matters so much?"

  Nan Feng slowly got up and walked towards Ruan Xiao You with a cold yet menacing aura.

  He is still smiling wickedly.

  "Ran Xiangyou," Nan Feng said, bending down to look at Ran Xiangyou, the smile finally gone from his lips. "Have you forgotten your identity?"

  "You... you back off a bit." Facing Nan Feng Luo's sudden close-range face-to-face conversation, Ruan Xiao Yu's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

  Cough cough, insert a little tune, actually, Luo Tian's finished work "The Confused Empress of the Demonic King" is also good ~ everyone go take a look