Chapter 1380: Worried about her death, the old witch is very moist and beautiful

Chapter 1380 is worried about her death, but the old witch is very moist and beautiful
Shen Tingjun has been very busy recently. He can only sleep for two hours a day, no more. The relationship with Yuan Xiaorou is stable, but he doesn't even have time to accompany her every day. Seeing Gong Siyu and his little wife wearing black Rose, his heart is a little unbalanced.
But after listening to Gong Siyu's unclear explanation, Shen Tingjun thought of the particularity of "Ji Yunai" and stopped saying more.
"You want to wear it to you, but for us, this black rose represents death. Think about it clearly."
Shen Tingjun was speechless, knowing that Gong Siyu and Ji Yuno were always doing dangerous things that people could understand. Fortunately, he changed the subject, "Xiao Rou will have an exhibition at the Imperial Versailles Gallery next month. Remember to come over and join in. ."
"Yes." Gong Siyu answered.
"Let's go." Ling sly smiled, teased Yuan Xiaorou in a flirtatious manner, and raised her chin. Seeing Yuan Xiaorou shyly didn't dare to look at her, she hid behind Shen Tingjun, and she suddenly laughed. What's the situation with Auntie? You dare not look at me so much?"
Of course Yuan Xiaorou did not dare to look at Lingyu. When Lingyu was still Ji Yuno, perhaps she was approachable and very easy to get along with, but now she is Lingyu, except for Rong Qian, A Luo, Qing Yaoji, there are few women. Or if a man dared to directly face her without fear.
Because Ling's pupils are deep, there is an illusion that can make people feel death or fear, which feels terrible, and her awe-inspiring momentum makes people afraid to act in front of her easily.
Yuan Xiaorou is as the name suggests, she is ashamed to see people, and her temperament is pure and simple. She hides behind Shen Tingjun, like a little woman who needs protection.
Yuan Xiaorou didn't speak, but a head popped out from behind Shen Tingjun, secretly looking at Ling Yu.
She always feels that the girl in a purple and noble cheongsam in front of her is completely different from the one she saw on the wedding day...
At this moment, the crowd was surging, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly in the magnificent dinner hall, and the audience was suddenly silent.
Because the magnificent European-style relief ivory white double-opening door slowly opened.
Twenty tall and handsome foreign bodyguards in white tuxedos entered the clear road neatly.
Following everyone's gaze, Lingyu and Gong Siyu stood up and looked towards the central gate of the banquet hall.
On the red carpet, a man and a woman soon appeared.
Let alone the man, his slender and stalwart appearance, handsome and deep three-dimensional exotic facial features are stunning, silver-white neat short hair curled up, tied into a gentleman-like British 37, white suit and leather shoes, light brown deep You Tong was shining brightly under the sparkle of the crystal lamp. He is a nobleman. He has ancient British and French royal blood. He should have been called "Duke Francis", but he only likes to be called "Baron".
He is handsome, but he is only handsome, which is beautiful that can be modified by adjectives.
But what about the woman standing beside him?
No, any description, any exaggerated rhetoric, any modifier imposed on her is pale and meaningless.
When Lingyu saw the "beautiful old witch" standing beside the host of tonight's banquet who appeared in the eyes of everyone, he was instantly irritated and laughed, "Puff", and rolled his eyes in the next second. , Sneered and helped forehead, almost fainted with breath.
"We are worried about her death, but she looks very moisturizing... Wow! This old witch!"
What's the matter with her mother?
"...Kid, are you sure our dad sees this... won't be so angry that his blood vessels burst?"
Gong Siyu also didn't look at it. If his woman appeared at such a grand dinner with another man's arm for no reason, she would still look intimate and envy others. He would only think that the green grassland above his head...
"Heh..." Lingyu's mouth twitched, "Interesting."
The glamorous men and women around, when they heard the movement of Lingyu and Gong Siyu, they looked sideways, and sometimes women whispered quietly, seeming to laugh at Lingyu and gloating.
"Did you see, the grandmother of the Gong family was angry, she must have seen the woman who is more beautiful than her, she was suppressed, took the limelight, and her heart was unbalanced!"
"The style is different, and you can't say that. Mr. Gong's wife is definitely a superb beauty. I am half as weak as her temperament. My husband... probably will look at me more."
"Mrs. Gong is indeed the best, but compared to the woman next to the Baron Francis, it is far inferior..."
The words of those women who chewed their tongues fell into the ears of the spirit.
Rotating the emerald pipe in her hand, she shook off a few fierce and venomous gazes, warned, and she gave a "hehe" cry from the spirit! She really obeyed that old witch's face, and she had to obey even if she didn't. The first beauty in the Three Realms, the of beauty, her mother, could she compare to her?
Obviously, Miyajiyu also heard those words.
Holding the sly psoas muscles, the baby Gong Siyu coaxed softly: "In my eyes, you still look good."
"Fuck, I still have it." Lingkui didn't appreciate it.
"You see, temper is also to my appetite."
"..."
When everyone was staring at Qing Yaoji not far away in amazement, only Gong Siyu, looking up and down at the spirit and infatuation, put his arms around her Yingying waist and helped her tidy her ears. The curly hair on the temples is like a "wolf dog" whose eyes can't hold anything, faithfully guarding her own woman. Anyone who dares to look over will definitely stare back at the first time. Of course, no man will look at him right now. Wife is gone, all see his mother-in-law gone.
Qing Yaoji's streamer lace dress with tens of millions of pearls and rhinestones is a style that no celebrity rich lady has ever seen.
Moreover, she was holding a well-behaved, docile, and extremely beautiful expensive blue-eyed puppet cat in her arms.
The cross-strap halter neck style makes her white porcelain jade-like swan neck beautifully curved. Her skin is pearlescent, white and red, like the finest jade, without the slightest flaw, even the most expensive artwork. It can't be so perfect, combed with delicate slightly curly hair bun, two strands of blue silk on the forehead are hanging lazily, and there is a charming state in the elegance, like a bright and priceless ancient precious gem, it is a kind of time baptized, after precipitation , Mysterious and magnificent, beautiful and ever-changing, the ultimate perfection.
Qing Yaoji took the arm of Baron Francis, and Shi Shiran stepped in with him. She looked indifferent on the cheeks of the beautiful country, without any emotions.
It's just that when Qing Yaoji finally met Shangling's gloomy eyes in the crowd, she smiled. As she unfolded a charming and enchanting laugh, almost all the men and women present followed her. His smile, gasped, or caused a scream and exclamation.
Francis felt the infinite charm of the women around him, smiled gracefully, and was very satisfied.
"Cat and dress, do you like it?"
(End of this chapter)