The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

"This new house is pretty ..."

"Find a new house, can't it be beautiful? If it's not beautiful, how can the golden house be charming ..."

Ignoring Leng Xiao, Chen Biyu, and Ding Wei's ugly complexion, the two men chatted with me again and again, chatting and chatting to Leng Xiao: "This boy looks like a man. Huamei, precious jewelry, should be the master of that little lady ... "

"Nine out of ten ..."

"Don't say, this little white face in the outside room looks pretty ..."

"Nonsense, if he doesn't look good, why is Jinwu Zangjiao ..."

"Jinwu Zangjiao has nothing to do with whether it looks good or not ... there are many people who don't look very good, but those who are rich also have Jinwu Zangjiao ..."

"It looks good, it can make a woman die ..."

"That's true, this little lady didn't agree with our young master because of her face."

"absolute……"

The two men, who were Wu Yingyong ’s classmates, had been given a special account. They clearly remembered those who could not be offended in the capital. Although the cold flute in front of him was beautiful and imposing, they did not know and had never seen Let's think about it carefully. There is no son in the capital who has never returned to Beijing. Therefore, the son in front of him is not a child of the famous aristocrats in the capital.

The two men's increasingly unpleasant sarcasm, cold cold face gloomy, sharp eyes like arrows, shot at the two men: "Did you say enough?"

"No!" The two men replied unkindly, squinting at him: "Why? Want to teach us? It's not that we said, you don't have that qualification ..."

"That's right." The seven-pin officials in front of the prime minister's door. They, as the servants of the Wu Kingdom Mansion, also have a certain identity, but not just a cat or a dog can teach them ...

Leng Xiao's face was gloomy and gloomy for a moment, and the hand under the sleeve of her sleeve clenched tightly.

The two men did n’t see it and still chattered: "Okay, okay, I wo n’t tell you more, let me tell you, we came here this time, at the order of my young master, to give you a message ... "

"What's the matter?" Leng Xiao asked coldly.

"Please give up the little lady!" The two men said leisurely.

"What do you say? Say it again?" Leng Xiao snarled sharply, and his eyes shot at the two men like arrows. The two men were startled by his gaze, and then returned to normal, saying: "What are you roaring? My house Master means that if you give up a little girl for a few days, he will compensate you ... "

"You think I lack compensation?" Leng Xiao looked at the two men mockingly.

The two men whispered, and he certainly didn't lack, but their son's son fell in love with the little lady, and the meaning of giving compensation was to want someone. The man said that he didn't lack compensation, that he didn't want to pay someone.

"Are you sure you don't make friends?"

"No," Leng Xiao said coldly.

"Then don't blame us for being polite." The words fell, one stone after another, the stone showed no mercy towards Leng Xiao, and Chen Biyu smashed the past.

The dark guard took the lead and stood in front of Leng Xiao and Chen Biyu, resisting the stones and stones, don't want to, a few small fellows appeared after the big tree, carrying a pot of blood, the sewage splashed towards the door of the house ...