Su'er really has no mood to play with them, "Girl, go back. I won't pursue it..."
"Hmph, I said that if your things are not clean, you will be unclean. Do you know who my father is? My father is the Minister of Rites! I said you get out of the capital and get out of the capital quickly!" The eldest lady really didn't see the coffin.
Tears.
Su'er wanted to settle things, but it seemed that she couldn't. However, even if she didn't want to cause trouble, the maid dared to be behind her by relying on her power, and suddenly pushed Su'er hard! Her intention was nothing more than to push her down and make her look ugly! Congratulations to them
, because they are going to be happy...
Su'er doesn't understand martial arts and is just an ordinary woman. She will inevitably be unable to stand firm if she pushes her coldly.
At this moment, she regretted it a little! But at the critical moment, a figure instinctively flashed through her mind. Did he come out too late? It seemed that he was late... it was not entirely true. He has always been very good during the day.
Few appear, yesterday's exception.[
Alas, it's good if you don't come out...
In just a moment, she felt that her ugly appearance was a meditation!
He closed his eyes as if he was dead, and then he fell forward with his unbalanced body...
Suddenly, she never expected that in the next moment, she would fall into a strong arm and lean into a warm arms... The faint fragrance of the man's body drifted into his breath, making him feel comfortable to smell it.
At this moment, she seemed to hear a hint of gasping around her, and the originally noisy lobby suddenly became quiet.
What's going on?
She was about to stand up and said "thank you".
But at this moment, a familiar shout was heard: "What are you doing?"
Huh? Murong Jing's voice is at the door?
Su'er slowly opened her eyes, not looking at the door, but the person who was holding her next to her.
Suddenly, at this moment, the phoenix eyes flashed stunningly...
Beside her was a peerless boy who was as beautiful as a banished immortal.
He was dressed in a graceful blue dress, without any decoration or fancy, like the blue clear sky, floating and distant, but he vaguely outlined his slender figure like a poetic orchid in the deep valley.
At this time, a pair of black eyes were as soft as moonlight and stars, ethereal and pure!
There is no trace of impurities, nor any vulgar thoughts.