Water and blood do not merge into one, and blood seems to be separated separately.

"You're hurt." Ning Jiao said.

"Hmm." Song Chumo responded lightly, looked down at her, with a little anger in his dark and deep eyes, and asked in a fierce tone: "What are you doing here?" Look at the fish, look at the fish, who told you to reach into the pool? What should I do if I fall into it? Don't you think you're not living long enough? ”

Facing the man's questioning, Ning Jiao swallowed her saliva: "......"

He's so fierce, I'll lose it.

Don't you just look at a fish, don't you just reach into the pool, he needs to be so fierce!

However, thinking of the strange appearance just now, Ning Jiao looked back at the pool and the fish inside, and couldn't help but shudder.

"Speak." With her chin forced to lift, Ning Jiao raised her eyes and crashed into the man's angry pupils.

"That ......" Ning Jiaojiao said weakly, and under his fierce eyes, he explained in a low voice: "I just think it's good-looking, it keeps spitting bubbles at me, and I ...... I didn't want to come here, I went to the wrong place, you don't like me coming here, I'll go now. ”

She now retracts her previous thoughts! He gives her whatever she wants, just a goldfish of shit.

Hey, how did she forget that it was all a few years later, now is now, not later.

Ning Jiao thought that if she took the initiative to admit her mistake, Song Chumo's anger would disappear, but after she said this, the man's face became even more ugly.

“……”

Ah, did she say the wrong thing again? Why does he look even angrier than he did just now?

Ning Jiao resolutely closed her mouth, not daring to speak, while quietly, moving slightly, shrinking down, trying to slip away.

"Miss, the container is here, I'll help you ......" Shui Ruo happily took the container out, and at a glance saw a man pressing on her young lady by the pool.

Looking at the clothes, it seems that it is the ink king she has been worried about.

Shui Ruo's heart suddenly chuckled, and he didn't dare to say the words later, standing there and wondering whether to move forward, or to retreat when he didn't see anything.

She rolled her eyes a few times, and finally stared at the man's slender and straight legs, Shui Ruo blinked, and blinked again: It turns out that the prince's legs are not lame, so is he still in a wheelchair and pretending to be lame?

If she breaks through the prince's secret, will she be killed? The young lady's status in the house is low, and if she feels that she wants to be cool, and then she looks at the container in her hand that is ready to fill the fish, she is suddenly not as happy as when she found it just now.

"The concubine's maidservant is here." This Ning Jiao spoke, breaking the silence, she stretched out her hand to poke the man's chest, and smiled at him flatteringly: "Lord Wang, can you let go of the concubine now?" ”

“……”

Song Chumo made a calm face, held her messy little hand, lowered her eyes and glanced at it a few times, looked at it repeatedly, and confirmed that there was nothing unusual, and then said in a cold voice: "In front of me in the future, you don't have to call yourself a 'concubine', how to talk comfortably." ”

"Huh?" Ning Jiao was stunned for a moment, and before she had time to ask why, Song Chumo had already let her go, quickly retreated to the entrance of the small garden, and sat back in the wheelchair.

Song Chumo put one hand on the side of the wheelchair, slid towards the east compartment, and a cold voice came: "Besides, I'll let someone report it here later, don't break in directly like this, I don't like it." ”

"Oh, okay, the concubine knows." Ning Jiao replied loudly, shaking her right hand, and there was still a feeling of crispiness and numbness.