Chapter 430: Help

Song Xinyi was also very disdainful of this kind of person, so she didn't pay attention to anyone, and continued to chat with the person in front of her.

And who saw that he was completely ignored and didn't even get annoyed, and continued to look at the beggars in fright, which made Song Xinyi can't help but shake the handkerchief, this person's gaze is afraid that he doesn't want it.

As soon as Song Xinyi came up with the little five fingers to teach this disciple, she saw a white-clothed Zhu Long walking here, and she didn't know what to say in someone's ear, and who didn't leave in a disappointed mood.

Song Xinyi's disgusting gaze finally disappeared, and she couldn't help but sigh. He looked at the man in front of him with a smile on his face.

Sure enough, those who should be hiding can't dodge.

"Thank you, Prince." Song Xinyi was blessed, and said with a false smile on her face.

Zhu Long didn't get angry when he saw her like this, he didn't know which phoenix was very clear from a distance, and when he looked closely, he saw that even the lines of this phoenix were very clear, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. But for some reason, he still prefers the other side of the flower.

It bloomed very vigorously, but it was not delicate at all, and the thin rhizome supported the whole large corolla, just like the person in front of his sight.

Thinking about it, the smile at the bottom of the white-shirted man's eyes became even stronger.

"It's the second time I ask the girl for tea, and you invite half of it to leave, but you want to make up for it tomorrow?" Talking, he also fanned a jade folding fan, but the wind did not fan like himself, but inadvertently fanned like a woman in front of him.

This trick is similar to which man was high and low before.

Song Xinyi still didn't pay attention to it, until the wind blew like her cheeks, her eyes seemed to be a little surprised, looking left and right.

Her action obviously pleased the man in front of her, and the man couldn't hide his smile when he saw her like this.

Speaking of which, this Song girl is really interesting.

"The prince is too polite, Yaqing can't stand it." Song Xinyi was a little impatient when she saw this, but she pretended to be embarrassed, like someone on the other side who was blessed.

Whoever saw her was thin and red, but the stiffness at the bottom of the sight betrayed her. It's also a joke.

"You don't have to call Childe, just call it Yiting." Talking about which prince still folded the jade folding fan and left, with a smile on his face.

Seeing him so frivolous, Song Xinyi couldn't hold back the dislike in her heart, and finally squeezed out a barely hopeful smile.

Who thinks it's even more interesting to see her so detached, don't they all say that the two little bosses of the Song Mansion are very hearty, and they look so cute.

Especially when the watery apricot eyes look like themselves, it makes people feel clear.

"It's just a matter of thanking Gongzi Yun, but men and women say goodbye, and I still look at Gongzi Yun." Speaking of Song Xinyi, she paused and was frightened, she had also called someone Yun Gongzi.

But why are these two people surnamed Yun, one is in the world and the other is in the world, looking at these two people are still somewhat similar.

Song Xinyi suppressed the doubts in her heart, and continued to smirk and chat with someone opposite.

And who saw her as if she was pretending to be unintentional to herself, and looked at the phoenix in her skirt, wanting to catch her, he understood.

Thinking about it, his sight was even more stained with an incomprehensible smile.

"Girl, this is too careful, tomorrow I may make up for the tea, and it just so happens that my father also said that I want to meet someone as heroic as the girl." Seeing her dodge again and again, she was still not annoyed, but was also aroused by her interest, and continued to talk very gently.

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Thinking about it, Song Xinyi's eyes at the bottom of her line of sight deepened, could she not avoid this person after all.

Thinking that she was stunned, and the man on the other side saw her like this, and waved Na Ruyu's little five fingers in front of her sight.

She just came out of her senses, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, how could she make such a simple mistake as Jin Ri.

And the other side.

Song Xiaoluo has long been alienated from the nobles because of which life she has just had, and now she only has the third sister in a goose yellow skirt by her side.

She stared at Song Xinyi viciously, but when she turned to see which prince is gaze began to be a little obsessed again, as if she was looking at something very important, the sight was very numb.

Then she seemed to think about it, and couldn't help but sneer.

After all, Kim Il Li has prepared a lot of good things for his two sisters.

She took advantage of the fact that the prince had not left, so she pretended to take a lotus step and walked over like the square statues of the two.

.....

The prince was still chatting with someone opposite, and suddenly heard a woman behind him screaming in pain, he couldn't help frowning and looked away.

Song Xiaoluo, who couldn't be bombarded no matter how much she couldn't leave, looked as if she had tripped over something, and she pounced straight like her own statue.

He couldn't help but shift his position, just to avoid someone.

But who fell to the ground and was frightened, very embarrassed, which tears were still hanging in his sight, pear blossoms cried with rain, and his eyes were still with some condemnation, as if he was looking at a negative man looking at which prince.

And the man was a little uncomfortable by this gaze, and couldn't help frowning.

Which woman, as if she didn't expect to see him frowning, climbed up very pitifully, which skirt and small five fingers were still stained with some mud, and there was no lady's shelf.

She hurriedly wiped off the mud of the little five-fingered beggars with a handkerchief, as if she only felt a little unknown now, and then looked at the person opposite with an aggrieved face, and her expression was very sad.

The man frowned, but did not speak, as if he could not see it. Seeing that he was finally able to get close to the prince, and was treated like this, his heart was wronged, and he glared at his sister fiercely.

If you don't miss her, you don't know that Jin Rili will be outstanding!

Seeing this, Song Xinyi should also look at the excitement, although she said that she has nothing to do with Song Xiaoluo, but in front of the people, she still has to set up a person who is deeply in love with the eldest sister.

She hurriedly trotted forward, supported her boss, frowned, and seemed to be distressed: "Boss, boss, how can you be so careless." Even if you see the prince and the boss, you don't have to be so happy, you hope that your little five-fingered wrist is a little red. ”

While preaching as if distressed, she dug a pit for this Song Xiaoluo.

Sure enough, the prince's jade-like smile disappeared, it turned out that this person thought the same as other women, and he was delusional about falling to which high branch, I am afraid that his mind is too heavy.

And when he saw Song Xinyi, he comforted his boss and the boss as if he was distressed, and his favor for her improved Xu Duo, this person is really comfortable, and he is so good to his own boss.

If Song Xinyi knew that this person thought of herself so well, she would definitely stop immediately.

And on the side, the boss continued to cry with a handkerchief, which made people a little bored, maybe this voice sounded too noisy, and the prince left after a while.

After waiting for the prince to leave for a while, Song Xiaoluo's face changed instantly, and he shook off the little five fingers of the person opposite, and seemed to immediately raise his toes, looking at the woman who had just helped him, his eyes were full of disdain.