The wind was blowing in the evening, and Mu Xiaoxiao's complicated bun became a little deformed because of the excessive running just now, and most of the hair was scattered around the neck, looking a little oozing.

Intrigued, she looked over Pu's broad shoulders.

The pupils dilated involuntarily.

Familiar facial features are reflected in the eyes.

She couldn't help but call out the other party's name, "Li Youran." ”

The atmosphere of the surroundings dropped three degrees again.

Li Youran, who was dressed in white, moved her brown eyes, although there was no sunlight, she still glowed yellow, and her voice was even colder than the night, "Why are you with her?" ”

Mu Xiaoxiao knew that Miss Li must have misunderstood her relationship with Brother Ji, so she immediately rushed to Ji Pu and explained, "Miss Li, things are not what you think, I ...... with Brother Ji."

Before she could finish speaking, Ji Pu's cold and emotionless voice sounded from behind her, "It's your business." ”

His resolute attitude made Mu Xiaoxiao a little confused, didn't they love each other? He turned back with doubts, but he couldn't find a trace of unbearable expression on Ji Pu's face. Mu Xiaoxiao wondered why he was like this, he obviously liked Li Youran very much.

"Well, it's really none of my business." Li Youran naturally understood his words. Listening to her tone, it seems that she has long been used to treating her like this.

However, Li Youran is different from Mu Xiaoxiao, she is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The brown eyes are scooped, and the heart has a plan.

"If I tell the prince, will he be qualified to take charge?"

"You ......" Ji Pu looked at her with an expressionless face.

Li smiled evilly and walked over the wall lightly.

"Don't run." Ji Pu followed.

Wait a minute.

"Hey." Mu Xiaoxiao, who watched them run away, ran to the root of the wall unconsciously, but Ji Pu had long been nowhere to be found.

She stomped her foot in frustration. Really, take her away from the banquet and don't care. Mu Xiaoxiao, who was alone, looked around, and it was pitch black. She was scared, so she could only pull her skirt and walk out of the grass.

There was a burst of laughter in the silent night.

It should be the beginning of the banquet.

Mu Xiaoxiao, the head of the chicken nest, stood under the moon, her big eyes sparkling.

He grabbed the messy hair, tore a strap from his body, combed his hair high, and tied it into a ponytail.

Although the dress she made in a hurry was not as shocking as at first sight, fortunately, her facial features were delicate and a little lively.

Suddenly, her hand grabbing her hair stopped, and she turned her nimble little head.

She seemed to hear the prince's voice.

In the midst of many laughter, she heard the voice of longing.

Mu Xiaoxiao's hand on the back of his head slowly drooped, his eyes were a little sloppy, and his steps moved involuntarily.

Wanted to see him.

The thought took over her entire brain.

Walk through the crooked corners.

Hearing this, she walked to the banquet hall.

The room was full of guards, and she could only hide under a tree and look out at the very center.

Nostalgic dead fish eyes.

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

When she really saw him, Mu Xiaoxiao found that the sorrow in her heart was greater than her longing.

He is still personable, with a smooth and fair face, revealing an angular cold hand; Deep dark eyes with a charming glow.

It was rare for him to wear a flamboyant purple coat, and his matching crown of posture was out of place with the surroundings.

They are far apart, and their specific appearance can only be memorized.

Thick eyebrows, high nose, beautiful lips.

Unconsciously, Mu Xiaoxiao raised his fingers and used the belly of his hand to depict his appearance.

"Daddy." The sluggish Mu Xiaoxiao moved her lips.

She rubbed her eyes and looked again, the person standing next to the prince was Master Mu.

I don't know what he said in the prince's ear, which made Bo Zeyu's face change greatly.

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart also tightened.

The hand that grabbed the trunk of the tree pinched hard

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