Ran Xue smiled and stepped out, sweeping past these uninvited guests, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"The girl is Ran Xuexiao." Her eyes were very poisonous, and looking at the charming face of the girl in front of her, she already knew in her heart that she was definitely the person she was looking for by spending a lot of money.

"Who are you?"

"Miss Ran, don't care who the old body is, we have taken a fancy to the girl, and we have the heart to accept the girl as a room, so the girl can follow the son with peace of mind to enjoy the happiness." Her words made Ran Xue smile in a fog, which onion is the provoking son?

"Miss, that provocative boy is a well-known bully." Trisi, who was shrinking behind Ran Xuexiao, was so frightened that tears rolled in her eyes when she heard that Miss Wen Chang had taken a fancy to her, and her face turned white.

"Miss Ran, yesterday you beat the provoking son on the street, the provoking son is a kind person, and he is a person who loves love. If Miss Ran is willing to go to the provocative mansion to be the eleventh concubine of the provocative son, some of the previous grievances will naturally be written off. Miss Ran has to think about it. The fat woman in the flower jacket directly picked out the words, the eyeballs in her squinting sockets turned up, and she stroked the peony flowers on the top of her head with her thick fat fingers.

The men standing behind her with fierce expressions also waved the sticks in their hands vigorously. The meaning is very clear, if you don't accept softness, then come hard.

It turned out that she was knocked out on the street, and the sissy parallel goods came from looking for a dead end.

Ran Xue smiled and pursed her lips as if she was thinking hesitantly, and under her thick long eyelashes, a faint mockery slipped across her eyes, and then showed a smile, such a smile suddenly scorched.

"Miss, what are we going to do—" Tracey tugged at her, an anxious expression on her face.

Ran Xuexiao's eyelashes trembled twice, lowered her head, and stroked the hair on the top of her head: "Don't worry." ”

With a round of light in her eyes, she walked in front of the fat short woman wearing a flower jacket with elegant steps, leaned over slightly, and said with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, "The young man has a heart, and being able to go to the palace is a blessing that the little woman has cultivated for several lifetimes. ”

"Very good, those who know the times are handsome." The red square handkerchief in her hand waved back, and a sharp voice sounded, telling the strong man to obey the ground.

"Auntie, wait a moment." Ran Xue smiled and took it and pulled Trisi into the back room.

"Miss, do you really want to marry that provocative son?" Triss was stunned, her eyes flashing with fog!

Ran Xue smiled with a cold hook in her lips, snorted lightly, then lowered her eyes, took off the pearl in the golden crown on the wedding dress, and handed it to her. "Take these pearls and exchange them for some rice to fill our stomachs, and our hard days will come to an end in the future."

"Miss, you're going to steal again!" Only then did Tracey react, glaring wide-eyed, and said.

Half a month ago, after the young lady woke up from illness, her temperament changed greatly. The rice soup is difficult to swallow, and he often goes out in the middle of the night to steal some dishes and comes back, which has solved his urgent need. This time, the young lady was so bold and dared to go to the Provocation Mansion.

"Nope." Ran Xue smiled and shook her index finger to correct her words. "It's going to rob."

It just so happened that she was worried about living without money, and this sissy parallel goods dared to send it to the door to find death, so she was not welcome.

Tracey listened to what she said, her mouth opened wide in shock, and she looked at her in a wedding dress, obviously not sobering up from the word 'robbery'.

"Don't run around. Obediently wait at home. After Ran Xuexiao was dressed neatly, she lifted her chin and hooked it up, so that her boss's small mouth was tightly closed. She stroked the green silk that hung on her chest with her bare hand, and stepped out.

Tracey fingers around the sleeves, with small steps, trotted to the door, looking at the figure of the young lady wearing the sedan chair in Xipa, the uneasy feeling permeated her heart, the young lady as more and more deviant, if she hurt herself, what should she do.

Phantom Purple: The new work "The Lord's Lady is Very Soft and Cute"