Chapter 41: His Royal Highness the Xia King

The fragrance of cherry blossoms is stunning.

Not as good as Ye Qinqin's smiling face.

Song Yuyi stared in amazement.

The eyes are doting.

Ecstasy.

With a smile, she is like a graceful cherry blossom fairy.

Beautiful.

Song Yuyi walked towards Ye Qinqin elegantly.

Fortunately, he came to Dongyang City and met Ye Qinqin.

Ye Qinqin belongs to him.

Abrupt, in front of you, a beautiful and beautiful picture.

One more variable.

Someone dared to step forward and wanted to hug Ye Qinqin.

Song Yuyi's face was pale, and she was emotionally empty.

Slender knuckled fingers clenched into fists.

Furious, he strode forward.

"Let her go."

The roar of anger is like that of an angry lion.

will be all who dare to covet her.

Kill them all.

Ye Qinqin smiled coldly.

How dare you stretch out your hand to her.

Turning, spinning his legs, he kicked at the middle-aged man who stretched out his groping hand.

"Ahh

The middle-aged man with groping pork hands screamed, clutched his painful stomach, and fell to the ground.

Song Yuyi stepped forward, his eyes cold and furious.

The thin, red lips pursed out a brutal arc.

Silvano Lattanz handmade custom black ostrich leather shoes viciously trampling the back of a middle-aged man's hand with a groping pig's hand.

Roll it hard a few times.

The middle-aged man with groping pork hands burst into tears of pain and rolled on the ground.

Loud wail: "Hands, my hands are broken." ”

A miserable howl, echoing through the woods.

——

"Qinqin, let's go."

Song Yuyi snorted coldly, hugged Ye Qinqin, and returned to the car.

The silver-grey Porsche drives all the way to the heart of the lodge.

In the center of the lodge there is a huge grassland.

A purple castle covering an area of nearly 10 million meters sits on the grassland.

The green climbing vines add a mysterious atmosphere to this purple castle.

Ye Qinqin was speechless.

The silver-grey Porsche enters the purple castle.

Along the wide white jade road, facing you, is a small sparkling lake.

On both sides, stone carvings of various angels stand impressively.

A group of security guards dressed as ancient guards stepped forward and lined up in two lines.

Welcome to Song Yuyi and Ye Qinqin.

Ye Qinqin saw Song Yuyi's face dark.

Turning around, he reached out and gently smoothed the angry folds between Song Yuyi's eyebrows.

"Brother Yi, don't be angry."

Song Yuyi's eyes were dark and uncertain.

Stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ye Qinqin's hair.

Circle Ye Qinqin's body, and press his chin against the top of Ye Qinqin's head.

"Qinqin, you are mine."

If anyone dares to covet it, there is no forgiveness for killing.

Every move, with a desperate frenzy.

Like the fiery magma boiling in a volcano.

"Song Shao."

The clear and melodious voice reveals a temptation from the bones.

Song Yuyi's dark pupils contracted violently like inky jewels.

The corners of her red lips were slightly raised, and a touch of cold and sharp as a knife was raised.

He pulled Ye Qinqin behind him.

Said lightly: "His Royal Highness King Xia." ”

——

Dressed in a golden suit, a lazy and charming young man sat in the middle of the crowd.

Her golden hair fluttered wildly, and on her forehead, a tuft of blonde hair was dyed jet black.

Brilliant gold, enchanting darkness.

Extreme arrogance is formed.

The sword eyebrows that are raised are full of evil in their beauty.

The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and there is a bewitching charm.

Sultry.

In my ears, fiery red diamonds flickered like a blazing fire.

Reflecting the slightly hooked cherry red lips, with a bohemian mockery.

Like a blonde goblin in the dark forest.

Slender fingers, holding a glass of high-quality red wine.

"Long time no see."

Song Shao smiled lightly, "King Xia is busy with affairs. ”