Ghost-faced Man, Prince, Mo Lan, Bai Ning, Shangguan Ruoxin, Sima Ruochen... several names lingered in Jiao Xiaoliu's head. Nong Wu was right, she was just a silly girl who acted impulsively.
Arrogant and reckless. Others never look back until they hit the wall. Jiao Xiaoliu never looks back even after hitting the wall. She knows her own bad character best, but she has never been able to change it.
Mo Lan's elegant temperament made it impossible for anyone to dislike him, and Jiao Xiaoliu didn't hate him either. If it hadn't been for Mo Yu's incident, she couldn't even guarantee whether she would have a good impression of Mo Lan. Now Mo Lan gave Jiao Xiaoliu
The feeling was strange, but she couldn't explain why. She sighed slightly and said, "I'm so tired now, I want to go home and rest."
Before Feng Qianchen had time to speak, Nong Wu was unhappy, "I say Xiaoliu, after all, this is your property, isn't this your home... hum."
"Sillyness is contagious. I'm afraid that you will become stupid if you dance. How can I continue to open Xiaoxiang Pavilion..." Jiao Xiaoliu remained expressionless from beginning to end.
Nong Wu knew that Jiao Xiaoliu was teasing herself again about what she just said to Ke Ren, so she smiled sheepishly, "In that case, go and have a rest. I will take good care of Xiaoxiang Pavilion for you."
Jiao Xiaoliu glanced at Feng Qingchen and Wan Qing, who were still noisy, held his forehead weakly, and said as he walked out, "Nongwu, they stopped after a while, and told them that we were going back first. It's lovely,
Let’s go.”
Nong Wu nodded and glanced at the two people who were arguing in a funny way. She didn't stop them and walked out quietly. Out of professional habit, she even closed the door.
After leaving the door of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Jiao Xiaoliu realized that the sky had darkened, and the prosperity of this flower street had begun to take shape. Girls from various families were already at the door, ready to welcome their patrons. Jiao Xiaoliu
He looked back at Xiaoxiang Pavilion, which was already brightly lit, and sighed from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know whether everything he did before was right or wrong. Sensing something was wrong with Jiao Xiaoliu, Feng Qianchen frowned, but in the end nothing happened.
Didn't say.
"Sister Xiaoliu, wait for me..." A gentle voice came from Xiaoxiang Pavilion, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps.
Jiao Xiaoliu's mood suddenly brightened as she looked at the pretty pink figure. There are too many unknowns in life. If you always know the future, then who will believe in the present? Living in the present is the most important thing.
Wan Qing blinked aggrievedly, "Sister Xiaoliu, I thought you would leave me alone..."
Jiao Xiaoliu nodded, "That's what I thought."
"Ah?" Wanqing hugged Jiao Xiaoliu's arm, and just as he was about to rub his head upwards, he suddenly remembered something and moved to the other side, rubbing his head against Jiao Xiaoliu's arm, "Sister Xiaoliu, no..."
The gentle movement made Jiao Xiaoliu feel warm in her heart. He patted her head and said with a smile, "Want me to teach you Qing Kung Fu?"
Wan Qing was just about to speak, but someone pulled her collar away from Jiao Xiaoliu's arm. "You are not allowed to be so close to Xiaoliu in the future. Also, you are not allowed to call me Sister Xiaoliu. You have to call me Princess." If you don't care what others call Jiao Xiaoliu, you will.
If it is unreasonable to ask someone so reasonable, except for our Seventh Prince, there is no one else to think about it.
Feng Qingchen echoed from the side, "That's right, you can't call me Sister Xiaoliu. From now on, I'll call you Sister-in-law Seventh Emperor..."
