Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Son of the World is Special

The man was very calm: "How do you feel, but you are satisfied." ”

"Okay."

"Don't you dislike me, a sick seedling?"

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it at all, let's respect each other like guests and get along well in the future."

Since this thing can live for two or three years, then this marriage is too much to her liking.

As long as you can save your life, whoever you marry is not married.

"But I dislike you, I heard that you and Prince Xuan hugged and hugged and swaggered through the market."

Yue Jian was slightly stunned, what is the situation, she is disgusted!

No, this life-saving marriage is about to arrive, but it can't be so yellow.

"I was forced, you don't know, that stinky persimmon looks beautiful like a flower, in fact, it is very obscene, I have never had anything to do with him since I knew it."

The second son hooked his lips: "Is that really the case?" ”

Yue Jianxi was categorical: "That's true." ”

"Do you dare to say that in front of the world?"

Yue Jianxi frowned slightly: "Hey, will you be too serious, you are a sick man, I am a little monster, becoming a relative is a situation, why do you care so much." ”

Zhu Tianrong coughed lightly: "Forget about marrying a little monster, it can't be a monster with red apricots out of the wall." ”

"I'm very disciplined, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, you don't die, I will never touch other men."

Zhu Tianrong's forehead twitched, did she snatch his lines.

"Let me ask you again, it's really the son of the world who molested you, and you don't have any thoughts about him?"

Yue Jianxi snorted twice: "He is a good-looking person, but from the bottom of his heart to the end, if it weren't for his power and ability to protect me, I wouldn't have paid attention to him, where did I have any ideas." ”

"Yue Jianxi, repeat what you just said."

Yue Jianxi's disgusted words had just fallen, and an extremely cold voice sounded in the corner, and the air suddenly changed from the scorching sun to the cold.

Who can tell her why she heard the sound of rotten persimmons.

It must be an illusion, an illusion!

Yue Jianxi looked at Zhu Tianrong's pale face stupidly: "Did someone speak just now?" ”

Zhu Tianrong kindly reminded her: "You can see it when you turn around." ”

Yue Jianxi turned around and saw a ghostly person sitting on the couch in the far corner, her face changed in fright, and she hurriedly put on a chic smile: "Shizi, what a coincidence, you are also here." ”

Lian Yusheng sat on the couch and looked at her coldly, with a pair of inky eyes as cautious as the ancient well and cold pool.

Yue Jianxi scolded Zhu Tianrong dozens of times in her heart, stinky boy, deliberately led her to say what was in her heart, now it's okay, she was heard by Lian Yusheng, not to mention marrying Lian Yusheng, I'm afraid that Zhu Tianrong's umbrella will have to be hacked by him.

She climbed onto the couch with a smile on her face: "Shizi, you came to the second son's room in the middle of the night, do you two have any ulterior secrets?" ”

Lian Yusheng glanced at her coldly: "Very good, I also know that the wicked will sue first." ”

Yue Jianxi showed her two front teeth at him, squinted and smiled: "Shizi, I heard that you never touch women, is it difficult to ......"

Zhu Tianrong coughed fiercely twice: "It's just a sick seedling." ”

"Yes, you are a sick seedling, so the prince guards you like a jade......"

Before she could finish her sentence, there was a pain in her mouth.

Lian Yusheng, a black-hearted person, is biting her, woo so painful!

"Are you still guarding like jade?"

Lian Yusheng let go of her and asked coldly, expressing with his actions that he was not guarded at all.