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370. Chapter 370 Who is the victim?

With tears in her eyes, Lin Qingran sensed the other party's intention, and arrogantly ignored it, moving her body back to prevent his move from succeeding.

Between the probing and retreating, the movement was too large, and the tea she was holding was knocked over, and all the tea was spilled on her front.

The two people's movements stopped, Lin Qingran's chest felt hot, and the cup of warm tea had soaked through the clothes on her chest.

The grievances accumulated in the girl's heart completely burst out, and she shook off the victim's big hand holding her own. Perhaps because she had done something wrong, Yun Zheng did not dare to pester her this time, and just looked at her at a loss: "Yes...

sorry……"

Lin Qingran's hands were free, and regardless of his apology, he quickly picked up his teacup from the table and poured it on him regardless. After doing this, without even looking at the victim who had the tea poured on him, he shook his hand.

The other hand holding the teacup loosened, and the teacup fell onto the carriage with a crackle. Then he covered his soaked chest with both hands and cried loudly, muttering: "You...you...bully...bully"

people……"

She, the perpetrator, looked like an oppressed class, full of bitterness and hatred.

Yun Zheng looked at the girl who was crying like a poor child abandoned by her parents on the roadside. He wiped a handful of wet face and actually wiped two tea leaves. He looked at the green and stretched tea leaves and gave a bitter smile. There was no need to take a photo.

Looking in the mirror, I can also imagine what I look like now, and there is a faint sweetness that cannot be expressed in words.

He really had a lot of first experiences today. The girl in front of him gave him surprises again and again. First, the numb fists and embroidered legs, and then the cup of tea that came to his face. Yun Zheng had never experienced such a battle before.

I don't know whether to praise her for being strong or laugh at myself for being hit by a weak woman?

He stared at the girl who was immersed in her own thoughts and crying with gentle eyes. The ups and downs of the two of them have been like riding a roller coaster every time.

She was wailing like this, making his mind wander, as if he had gone to the distant horizon, where he had also heard the girl crying like this, but the cry seemed to be less aggrieved and more despair that could not be expressed in words.

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Lin Qingran didn't know that his thoughts were spinning. He was covering his clothes and crying. He was filled with regrets. Why couldn't she learn well? Yun Zheng in this life was different from her previous life. How could the man in front of her who would bully her still be the same?

The gentle Yun Zheng in the previous life? Why is she always stupid, unconsciously looking for the shadow of the previous life in the man in front of her?

I regret even more that I didn't persist to the end and boarded Prince Yun's carriage. Now, I feel not only wronged, but also embarrassed and embarrassed.

Wait a minute, how did she get off the carriage of Prince Yun's Mansion? Do you want her to go back wearing this wet clothes?

Although the clothes are quite thick in winter, it is still embarrassing!

When Lin Qingran thought about it, she couldn't hold back her crying. After crying so hard for a while, her eyes felt sore. She was raising her hand to wipe away the tears like heavy rain. Suddenly, she leaned forward and a big hand passed through her.

Her back hooked onto her shoulders, and after a slow movement, her whole body fell into a warm and solid embrace. A light fragrance like plums and orchids came to her nostrils, instantly surrounding her.

The exquisite and soft figure in his arms made some fragments of Yun Zheng's memory fly out for no reason. His earlobes were slightly red, and the big hand stretched out in the air froze slightly, and then slowly landed on Lin Qingran's face, which looked slightly thin.

On the back, there were gentle pats again and again.

Soft, lingering, sweet taste.

"Be good, don't cry!"

His tone and actions really made her think she was a three-year-old baby.


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