"Tan'er has seen the Eighth Prince, so I'll pay my respects to the Eighth Prince." Qu Tan'er was not anxious. Since the person sitting on the right was not the same, it was on the left. Oh, there should be one side on the left and right. It would be fine if an Eighth Prince came to the market, but even the Fourteenth Prince came to join in the fun.

Although Qu Tan'er could see who was whom as long as she raised her head, she had no intention of raising her head. Although she could see the bright moon at the same time, she could see the roof. However, although she could not really think of her hometown when she lowered her head, she could at least see the pair of shoes she was wearing... It seemed that it was time to change to a new one.

"You kid, you are paying homage to your father and me." Qu Jianglin's face turned red with anger, but because Mo Liancheng's face was not easy to attack, "The Eighth Prince is in the first place."

"Oh. Sorry." Qu Tan'er's face flashed with a hint of embarrassment just right. Well, she admitted that she had a little intentional element just now, but you, Old Man Qu, are too excited. So, she still lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes to the first person, and bowed slowly, "Tan'er pays homage to the Eighth Prince. It turns out that the Eighth Prince ran there, it's really rude."

As soon as this is said!

Puff!! Someone laughed.

Qu Jianglin was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he still had to be polite on the table, "The little girl made the 14th prince laugh."

"Very good." Mo Liancheng showed a faint smile on his handsome face. His eyes started from Qu Tan'er stepping in, as if there was something or nothing on her, as if he was waiting for the moment when she looked up. However, hope seemed to be about to fail, and a certain woman seemed to have no intention to lift her head.

very good?

What's good?

Qu Tan'er's eyes turned, and she really couldn't understand what the very good sentence in Mo Liancheng's dialect meant?

Qu Jianglin said some scenes again as if he was hypocritical.

As we were chatting, someone actually talked about Qu Tan'er's appearance.

After a while, Qu Jianglin said, "Tan'er, raise your head and let the Eighth Prince meet."

"Dad, my daughter has a headache." She whispered softly, extremely weak.

"Why do you have a headache? You have to lift your head even if you have a headache." Qu Jianglin's face changed and he whispered, his expression a little angry. I'm afraid that this daughter would lose her link at a critical moment?

"Dad, my daughter has beans on her face, which looks ugly." You're clear enough, and you want her to be more detailed?

"Are you deliberately going against your father?" Mr. Qu finally got angry.

"Dad——" Qu Tan'er's cowardly and sad voice made people unbearable to refuse. She was able to pretend to be successful and she was perfect.

"you……"

"Dad, don't be angry, be careful to get angry. My daughter is shy and really dare not look up. What if she looks too ugly and scares the Eighth Prince? That's not the Qu Mansion." Be angry, be angry, be angry, vomiting blood, be angry, be angry, be better when you blow the wedding! Just...

Oh my god, which guy who is ignorant is laughing secretly?

On the left, on the right, or the first seat... The damn fourteenth prince Mo Jingxuan?

"Is this the future princess of this king?" Mo Liancheng's slender jade finger was tapping the teacup on the table one after another, while his narrow phoenix eyes stared at Qu Tan'er with interest. He wanted to see which play Qu Jianglin and his daughter were singing now?

Qu Jianglin thought about the bad things, so he quickly knelt in front of Mo Liancheng tremblingly, "I am not strict in discipline, please forgive me. If the prince doesn't like the little girl, then this marriage can be ignored. It's the little girl who is absolutely not worthy of the prince."
Chapter completed!