Moreover, it has taken up countless impressions in Xia Zixuan's memory.

It's just that, under the greedy wolf eyes that make him feel disgusting, he still has to please the man who indulges in himself.

These feelings made Xia Zixuan feel embarrassed.

The jailers who were drinking a little wine outside laughed when they heard the sultry panting.

"These death row inmates are living a better life than we are."

"Yes, this idea is coming, we can go up if you want, we can't compare."

"Don't say that, cheers."

Death row prisoners have "meat" to eat, but they have wine to drink, but their lives will not be lost.

So, their lives are much better than those of death row inmates.

If you can hear the fire, it's just right, after getting off work, go home directly to find your mother-in-law and drill the quilt.

"Zhan Feng."

After Xia Furong left death row, she went to the place where she made an appointment with Bu Zhanfeng.

Sure enough, Bu Zhanfeng was already waiting in the willow pavilion by the lake.

Seeing Bu Zhanfeng's heroic and high-spirited slender body, his face turned red, and his heart rippled.

This is the person she will spend her life with.

"Fleur, you're here."

Bu Zhanfeng and Xia Furong have already been engaged, so naturally they don't need Miss Xia to come, and Bu Gongzi will go.

Coincidentally, a gust of wind blew, blowing the flowing sea in front of Xia Furong's forehead slightly.

As a martial arts practitioner, Bu Zhanfeng's eyes were really good, and he was stunned on Xia Furong's face, and saw a hideous scar the size of a copper coin.

As soon as he saw that scar, Bu Zhanfeng's heart tightened and he felt very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for this gust of wind, he would have forgotten that Xia Furong really had a lot of shortcomings.

The indelible scar on the forehead the size of a copper coin is not an exaggeration to say that it is disfiguring.

Bu Zhanfeng looked at Xia Furong's right hand again.

Bu Zhanfeng knew that Xia Furong's right hand had been kicked by a horse.

Therefore, that hand is almost useless, and it can't be used at all.

Xia Furong obviously has such shortcomings.

No one mentioned it before, and that was because Xia Furong was the daughter of the prime minister and was very good-looking.

In Xia Furong's case, the person who marries in the future will be the dragon among people.

Therefore, how could a smart person offend Xia Furong.

Even if you want to say something sour, you will only say it behind Xia Furong's back.

Xia Furong seemed to feel Bu Zhanfeng's malicious gaze, and hurriedly stretched out her hand and smoothed her stay in the sea.

Others may forget, but as a person.

Xia Furong never forgot for a moment the large scar on her forehead and her weak right hand.

She just ignored them as much as she could.

Xia Furong straightened out Liuhai and made sure that she covered the scar, and then looked at Bu Zhanfeng.

At this time, Bu Zhanfeng's whole person gave Xia Furong the feeling of a sword in the sheath.

As a soldier, the murderous aura has been completely reined in.

What Xia Furong could feel from Bu Zhanfeng's body was only the elegant scholarly anger.

When Bu Zhanfeng's bottomless black eyes looked at Xia Furong so fixedly.

Xia Furong's quiet heart beat involuntarily, and the crimson on her face became more and more vivid.

Seeing such an excellent Bu Zhanfeng, Xia Furong unconsciously touched her Liuhai again.

She should have been wrong just now, Zhan Feng likes her, how can he dislike her?

Even if Xia Furong thinks so, she will be in contact with it later.

Xia Furong has been guarding against the strong wind blowing and blowing her Liuhai away again.