Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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There was a faint scent in the air, which seemed to be the breath of his body, and the ambiguous atmosphere was inadvertently lit.

Feng Qianche looked at her long, curled eyelashes, gently swaying her hair, slightly rubbing her lips, her hands clenched in her robe, and she felt a joy in her heart.

This joy suddenly gave him an answer to his heart.

Originally, for the sake of this life, he only loves his own temper, although there will be no heart.

Even the future Prince, even the Queen, exists for his power and interests.

But at this moment, he changed his original thoughts.

[叮 - Good feeling plus ten, task completion is 70%. 】

Just as he was going to lean over and kiss her, the dusty picture behind him caught his eye.

I saw him blinking, and his heart trembled unconsciously.

The original dust that was still closed eyes instantly felt that the person in front of her passed her by, and immediately opened her eyes, and the blushing red spread to the ear.

Axi!

At this moment, she wanted to find a hole to drill in, because it was really shameful!

"Feng Qian Che -" Luo Ding Duo Duo does not do two endless, turned around and looked angry and looked at him: "The feelings are added, you actually..."

The voice did not fall, and her gaze was attracted to the woman who was painted.

Although the picture is covered by dust, it can still be seen, and the woman on the picture is extremely beautiful.

It seems that any gorgeous words can't describe her beauty, the suffocating beauty.

Is it that Feng Qianche is watching her?

In the next second, the doubts in her heart were immediately denied by herself. This place has probably not been visited for more than a decade or two. If the woman had this face at the time, it is now estimated that she is in her early forties. It should not be impossible to read this statement.

Feng Fengqian, why is it so fascinating?

"What's wrong?" She cautiously opened her mouth and broke the silence in the room for a long time.

"Tipping, you can take the candle for me."

Because of the decision in the heart, he would not even consciously change his name. He always felt like calling her, she is his.

No one can **** away in this world.

"Oh, okay." Luo slammed his soft, watery voice, instantly incarnate the baby, picked up the candle on the table and walked in his direction.

I saw Feng Qianche gently licking the dust on the scroll, and the candlelight shines, and the face is even more beautiful.

"Do you know her?" Looking at the look of Feng Qianche's focus, Luo Dingchen felt that he was generally aware.

It is not the light of love, but the thoughts that come out of the sly scorpion.

"She is my mother." Feng Qianche carefully took the picture from the wall, and browed slightly: "The portrait that the person should paint for my mother."

"That man?" Luo Dingchen fell his eyes on the lower right corner of the picture, signed: cloth.

"In fact, the person whom my mother-in-law loves is not my father." Feng Qianche’s slender fingertips crossed the picture, half-squinting and sighed: "Do you want to hear the story?"

“I want to hear.” She sat on the side of the bed and cleaned her eyes. She closed her eyes and said, “It’s a sad story to think about it!”

"Well, yeah..." Feng Qianche walked over to her, watching her eyes with a touch of tenderness, but she smiled helplessly: "It seems that they originally lived here to avoid the father, but it is a pity. Finally, I was found by the obsessive father."