The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murongxue stared at Ouyang Shaochen fiercely, but she wanted to pretend, but Ouyang Shaochen was too dark, so that she couldn't hold it anymore, they all blamed Ouyang Shaochen, and gave her only the status of the mistress of the imperial palace , But the white jade bracelet that could not be removed, otherwise, Ouyang Shaochen could find her so easily ...

"It's not the problem of the white jade bracelet. It's because you revealed your identity yourself. Your make-up technique is too bad. This face of your make-up ... is too ugly. I saw the flaw at a glance!" Ouyang Shaochen Youyou He said, reaching for a veil that had been stained with a potion, and rubbing her cheek vigorously. The disgust was overwhelming.

Murong Xueliang's bright face suddenly turned black, like a kitten with a hair on it, slammed onto Ouyang Shaochen, waving his arms, and slapped him fiercely: "You are ugly, your family is ugly ... "

The rain-dense fist fell on Ouyang Shaochen ’s arm, chest, and dull pain. Ouyang Shaochen's eyes flashed helplessly toward Murong Xue Road: "I mean you are easy to be ugly, but not Say you are ugly, what do you do with such a big reaction? "

"Because of my easy appearance, this is my truest appearance." Murong Xue gritted his teeth, adding to the strength of his beating.

Ouyang Shaochen was startled, and suddenly remembered that Murong Xue was a man after a thousand years. The face she uses now is her appearance after a thousand years.

He originally thought that she was on a whim, and she just found a face to come and go, but unexpectedly, she turned back to her original appearance ...

Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue carefully, and saw that she was wiped east and west, but she could still vaguely see it. It was a beautiful face ... a beautiful woman, she was abandoned by her husband. Ugly, really angry ...

"Let you call me ugly, let you call me ugly ..." Murongxue was like an angry little beast. He beat Ouyang Shaochen fiercely, and the dull pain spread to the body, becoming more serious. Deep pain, Ouyang Shaochen didn't care, his eyes were sinking, he was preparing to praise Murongxue, let her get rid of it, a light fire lotus scent mixed with the seemingly cold plum fragrance, Ouyang Shaochen Deep eyes narrowed fiercely, reached out and grabbed Murongxue's small hand, and looked at her instantly: "Who were you with?"

Murong Xue struggled a few times, failed to break free, and stared at him angrily: "I'm not with anyone ..." When Ouyang Shaochen saw her, she was completely alone ...

"Before I saw you, who were you with?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue, his obsidian eyes flashing a rare dignified color.

A picture of Zhao Zhengyin hugging her suddenly appeared in front of Murongxue, her eyes flashed unnaturally, and she lied without changing her face: "No one, I have been shopping alone ..."

"Really? Then why do you have a man's breath?" Ouyang Shaochen looked at Murong Xue momentarily, and Qing Yue's voice showed the taste of clenching teeth.

Murongxue was shocked, she had Zhao Zhengyin's breath on her body?How can it be?Zhao Zhengyin hugged her for a minute at most. She walked on the street for so long, blowing a breeze for so long. The cold plum fragrance on him should have been blown away for a long time. How could there still be Residual ...

Murongxue pulled up his sleeves and sniffed the lapel carefully, smelling the fresh and indifferent fire lotus fragrance, faint, and a trace of cold plum fragrance ... it seems that there is no cold plum fragrance ... There is a hint of faint smell Man's masculine breath ...

Murongxue's desire was overwhelming, and Ouyang Shaochen looked dark, and said angrily: "Who were you with?"

"No one, maybe it was when I was walking on the street that I was close to a pedestrian, and I caught his breath ..." Murongxue replied bitterly: Ouyang Shaochen didn't like her being close to other men , She was embraced by Zhao Zhengyin, and he must never let him know ...

"Really?" Shaochen Ouyang said coldly, holding Murongxue's wrist, and raised it in front of her, only to see a circle of Wuqing on her left wrist, reflecting her white wrist. Strangers on the street, will grab your wrist and pinch it so badly? "

Murongxue's eyes flashed unnaturally, and the stranger would not grasp her wrist and pinch her wrist like this. It is definitely an acquaintance, but this acquaintance can make up with her, she will make that person Speaking lightly, Ouyang Shaochen should never pursue it again: "I just met a friend. Just now there were many people on the street. I was afraid of being washed away, so I clenched my wrist tightly. … "

"Really? If he just grabbed your wrist, you should be on his wrist, with his breath on his arm, not on his shirt as he is now." Shaochen Ouyang looked at Murong Xue, his eyes deep. Storms and rain condensed inside, thin lips lifted lightly, and coldly spit out the fact: "You have had a more intimate contact, for example, hug!"

Murongxue only felt a bang, and his head was stunned, and it took a long time to react. Ouyang Shaochen guessed the truth?Did she hear it right?With just a touch of breath, he guessed the truth?

Suddenly there was sharp pain in the wrist, and Murong Xue suddenly looked back, and saw that Ouyang Shaochen was sitting in front of her, squeezing her wrist tightly, saying, "Who the hell is that man?"