"What is neurosis? It means losing one's mind and going crazy. Do you understand this?" Jiao Xiaoliu thought about it and finally thought that in ancient times, mental illness should be called losing one's mind.
Feng Qianchen did not relax because of this, "I don't care what kind of illness or madness you have, if you dare to be presumptuous in front of me, you will die." Bai Ning tried her best to break away from Feng Qianchen's hand, but she couldn't.
In vain, his mouth opened wide, his throat made a "sizzling" sound, and he was about to die.
Jiao Xiaoliu stretched out his hand and gently touched it, and Bai Ning's body suddenly softened. Seeing this, Feng Qianchen threw Bai Ning hard to the ground with his hands.
Feng Qingchen took a leisurely sip of tea and joked, "In the whole world, there is no other man in the world who can be so cruel to a beauty like Bai Ning. Apart from the Seventh Emperor Brother, I am afraid there is no other man." Bu Qingyun nodded.
Nodding in agreement, Jiao Xiaoliu smiled and blocked his ears. When everyone was confused, the deafening screams instantly made them stretch their thumbs at Jiao Xiaoliu.
Feng Qingchen threw the tea cup on the table in annoyance, "I say, girl, can you lower your voice? My ears are going to be deafened by you."
Huan Qing's pretty face tightened, "Who are you talking about? I, Sister Xiaoliu, the Seventh Prince and Doctor Mo haven't spoken to each other. You, a nobody, sitting there chattering is really making people laugh."
"I am a nobody? You don't want to ask around. I am handsome, charming, and loved by everyone. I love you when you see flowers blooming. I see the Nine Prince Feng Qianchen in the car." Feng Qingchen said a string of words.
The jingle-style praise made Jiao Xiaoliu wonder if he had also worn it.
Wan lightly stamped his foot, "In front of the Seventh Prince and Mo Lan, who are famous all over the world, how dare you speak so loudly. You are not ashamed..."
"..." The two of them were quarreling for a while.
Jiao Xiaoliu looked at Bai Ning lying on the ground and sighed, "Bu Qingyun, you and Kexin can send her back." Jiao Xiaoliu never looked at Mo Lan again, nor did he ask Mo Lan to diagnose and treat Bai Ning.
thing.
Bu Qingyun had long noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere between his prince, princess and Mo Lan, which would inevitably affect Chi Yu. He pulled Ke Xin and quickly walked to Bai Ning's side, "I'll go right now."
Mo Lan looked at Jiao Xiaoliu intently. Although he was heartbroken, there was always a faint smile on his face, "Miss Jiao, take care. Mr. Mo also said goodbye."
Jiao Xiaoliu tugged on Feng Qianchen's sleeve. Feng Qianchen understood and said coolly, "Doctor Mo, please go slowly and I won't send you off."
Mo Lan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "See you someday, maybe Mo will really respectfully call Miss Jiao the Seventh Princess."
"That's what you should call me now." Feng Qianchen was like a child, with a proud look on his face.
Mo Lan's veins popped out on his head and he clenched his fists, "Please, Lord Seventh, please don't let her get hurt again." With one sentence, Feng Qianchen's proud look disappeared instantly.
Nongwu pursed her lips and whispered to Keren, "I don't like Mo Lan." Keren looked incredulous, "No, there is someone like you who doesn't like Doctor Mo."
He rolled his eyes at Keren, "Xiao Liu doesn't like him either, do you want to know why?"
Keren nodded, finding out her master's preferences was also her job.
Nong Wu lowered her voice lower, but it was enough for Jiao Xiaoliu to hear, "Because Mo Lan is too scheming, and Xiao Liu is a silly girl who can't play with him."
