Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“Lady, lady, wait for the slave.” A maid in a yellow shirt, carrying a dress, hurried after the man in front, screamed.

The woman in the pink coat squeezed the bags in her hand towards the crowd.

“I don't believe this girl, who can stop me from seeing the Little Prince today? ”

She has a delicate appearance, beautiful apricot eyes, and beauty tips, which are remarkable among many girls.

The girl in the pink coat has a fierce temper and naturally quickly kills the surroundings.

That would be painful for her maid, panting in the back, “Miss, lady, slow down, the slaves won't be able to keep up. ”

“Why don't you hurry up and ask if you want to keep me looking at the little prince.” The woman in the pink coat squeezed to the forefront after saying this.

She wiped a sweat on her forehead and found out that the little prince's men hadn't arrived yet.

The girl sniffed the bags and her cheeks were red.

You know, the bags are filled with her carefully selected dried flowers, which are unique in their fragrance and effortless.

If the little prince gets this bag, she'll be attracted to it.

“Hey, who's that little guy over at the tea house? He's so handsome, I don't know where he lives.” There was an amazing voice next to me.

The woman in the pink coat couldn't help but look him in the eye and then stood still.

The second floor of the teahouse, open windows, you can see just a few men tasting tea inside.

Several of them also seemed to be attracted to the buzz and looked down.

One of the little white shirts, blue silk tied with only one hair strap, eyes slightly dropped, face like jade.

When the breeze blew, he lifted his eyelids, wondering what he saw, his lips slightly smiled.

Magnificent, stunning people.

“Grunting.” The woman in the pink coat only heard herself swallowing.

“Miss, miss.” The maid finally caught up with her own lady, and she panted, "But she's exhausted. ”

"'Miss, what are you looking at? ”

The woman in the pink coat wiped her lips, “Don't talk to me. ”

The maid saw the little prince riding the horse appear in her sight. She couldn't help but slightly open her eyes and found her voice half-witted, “Miss, little prince. ”

Miss Neha is still ignorant.

The maid had to pull her next door. "Miss, the little prince is here. Throw the bag. ”

A woman in a pink coat can't help but look away and wave, “What bag? ”

The maid thought she was stupid. “You have to give the prince a bag. ”

The woman in the pink coat reacted, “No more. ”

The maid cried without tears, "Miss, didn't you look forward to this day long? ”

“Miss Ben has changed her mind now.” Pink coat, "said the woman,“ I'm going to give it to the one who wants it. ”

Maid, "??? ”

Didn't you like the little prince?

With a carefully prepared luggage bag, the lady in the pink coat stared joyfully at the little boy over at the tea house.

With the noise, all of a sudden, a big bang came from behind her.

As the women fell, the bags in their hands showed the radius of the parabola, falling perfectly into the arms of the horseman.

“Miss, are you all right?” The maid panicked and lifted the woman on the ground.

“Where's my bag? Where's my bag?” The lady in the pink shirt screamed.