A table-wiping rag covered with cream smashed towards Nangong Qingchen with the sound of "Huohuo".

Nangong Qingchen jumped up quickly.

The rag fell onto the chair where I was just sitting.

The thick cream streaked a white line on the chair.

Nangong Qingchen covered his forehead.

Speechless.

The jet-black sword eyebrows twitched slightly.

The enchanting peach blossom eyes are full of helplessness.

Underneath the blue eyes, the red tears were as red as a drop of blood.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the rosy lips are tightly pursed.

Covering his mouth in anguish.

He only asked, "Qinqin, do you want him", and actually knocked over Song Shao's vinegar jar.

Song Yuyi's expression was cold.

The eyes are noble and proud.

The thin, red lips pursed slightly.

It seems to be a lion king perched on the top of a mountain, condescending, looking down on all beings.

Slender fingers, rubbing the left ring finger on the sparkling blue gemstone ring.

Nangong Qingchen is the young master of the Nangong Consortium in Country M.

But he didn't care.

It's going to be a confrontation.

Nangong Qingchen was by no means his opponent.

"Nangong Qingchen, don't see ugliness as beauty, with me, Qinqin won't miss you at all." Song Yuyi gently hooked the corners of her lips.

The corners of the curved lips are drawn with a wild smile.

Proud and noble.

Ugly!

“……”

Nangong Qingchen staggered.

The cold words were like a steel needle poking the corners of Nangong Qingchen's lips.

The eyebrows and eyes are delicate and picturesque, and the temperament is evil and charming.

is the most appropriate word to describe him.

Nangong Qingchen took a deep breath.

Compared with Song Shao.

He did lose a little.

Nangong Qingchen wanted to refute Song Yuyi.

can look at Song Yuyi's peerless appearance.

Sigh.

Ignore the hurt feeling in your heart.

Ye Qinqin looked at Nangong Qingchen, who was suddenly depressed.

Comfort: "Nangong Qingchen, don't listen to Brother Yi's nonsense, you are really not ugly, although you are much worse than Brother Yi, but it is amazing." ”

Nangong Qingchen decided to only listen to the last two words that Ye Qinqin said.

He looked at Song Yuyi with resentment.

"Song Shao, I was wrong."

He voluntarily admitted his mistakes.

He was afraid that Song Shao would come up and attack directly.

Song Yuyi snorted coldly.

"What are you going to do!"

The sweet time between him and Ye Qinqin is not allowed to be disturbed.

Nangong Qingchen ignored Song Yuyi's indifference.

"Chat." Nangong Qingchen said cautiously.

He covered his face and retreated into the corner.

This is a serious reason.

Song Yuyi's face was gloomy.

A terrifying cold aura filled the Qinqin hut.

The senior chef who makes the dim sum buries his head and carves the flowers on the cake intently.

I didn't dare to move.

"Get out!" Song Yuyi said coldly.

The atmosphere of the hegemon, invincible and strong.

Nangong Qingchen, who was crushed, was about to jump out in fright.

He longed to stick it to the wall.

"Brother Yi, there are many people and it is lively." Ye Qinqin smiled.

Song Yuyi's arrogant and domineering aura.

Gaze.

Turning into finger wrapping tenderness.

The eyes were as dark as black diamonds, and they were as hot as fire.

"Okay, then let him stay for a while." Song Yuyi reluctantly agreed.

Nangong Qingchen let out a long breath.

He wept with gratitude.

"Ignore him, though, he's a fly who likes to fly around." Song Yuyi hated Nangong Qingchen for not knowing the fun.

Nangong Qingchen burst into tears.

The young master of the dignified Nangong Consortium turned out to be a fly in Song Shao's eyes.

When he said it, he had no face to see people.

Ye Qinqin "fluttered" and couldn't help laughing.

——

A cacophony reached the Qinqin hut.

Growls, screams, staccato sounds.

Ye Qinqin was stunned.

Song Yu frowned, his face was cold, and he slowly walked out of the Qinqin hut.