"Of course I want to go." How can you see that Miss Yu if you don't go? How can you see the strength of your rival if you don't go?

"It's good if you're happy." The emperor looked at her well-behaved face, and he knew that this Nizi might have some purpose.

"Husband, I'm being bullied, will you help me?" She straightened her waist and knelt in front of him, her hands around his neck, her innocent face, her seductive posture, and her charming temperament.

"Yes." As long as it's you, even if it's wrong, your husband will help you change it to the right one.

Getting the answer he wanted, Ling leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss.

Kiss and kiss on the dry fire, the spring light of a room.

In order not to let himself stay alone in the empty room, the first thing the emperor did was to make the relationship public, and everyone was in an uproar. Some people are sad and some are happy, but more people are the people who eat melons. The emperor's son actually married someone else, not the daughter of the Xiao family? This matter was quickly diluted by the eldest birthday of the old man of the Xiao family, but some people kept it in mind.

Old Man Xiao's birthday is coming, and people from all walks of life come to congratulate, after all, the Xiao family is also a wealthy family.

There is an endless stream of luxury cars, women are elegantly dressed, men are dressed in suits and leather shoes, and everyone is full of style. Maybe you can climb to the real wealth and soar to the sky.

Ling Tian had already worn the dress that the man had carefully prepared for her, and her makeup was exquisite, she was originally very aura-beautiful, but now this beauty is a little more gorgeous, and it will only make people unable to take their eyes off.

"I really want to hide you." The emperor looked at her obsessively.

Lingtian found that this man was wearing the same style as her, and she couldn't help but feel warm.

"Come on." The emperor stretched out his hand to her, and the woman's lace-gloved hand stepped up, clasped and interlocked.

Xiao Jia······

"Miss Yu is really beautiful!" Some famous ladies have touted it.

"Everybody's got a prize." She smiled decently, greeting and wooing. She is just an adopted daughter, if she is not favored in the Xiao family, she is nothing among these people, and it is beneficial and harmless for her to build a good relationship.

"Hey, Miss You, have you heard? The one in the emperor's family is married. Xiao quietly stiffened for a moment, but quickly sorted out his emotions.

"I know, maybe Brother Qi likes her."

She smiled appropriately, and then felt a little depressed.

Sure enough, the famous ladies present quickly became sympathetic, after all, what they heard at the beginning was that this Miss Xiao family had a marriage contract with the emperor's son, but who was married to someone else.

"Miss You, I heard that it came from a small place, and it is definitely not as good as yours, and I don't know what the young master of the emperor has been stimulated."

"Yes, maybe she seduced her, what kind of posture does it come out of a small place."

"I heard it's ugly."

The famous ladies and nobles gathered around her comforted her, how could she make up for her brains, but unfortunately only this Xiao Youran knew the person's appearance, but how could she say it and slap her face.

"Don't say that, Brother Qi's vision is still good." She said generously.

"She robbed your fiancé, and you still defend her?"

"So what. She is always the wife of her brother. ”

"If only we had taught her a lesson."

"Thank you, I know what I know."

pulled another wave of sympathy votes, and successfully smeared a little black on the little white paper spirit.

There was a good conversation here, but there was a commotion at the door over there.

Soon attracted Xiao Youran's attention, and when she walked over, she heard someone say that it was the emperor's car.

Her eyes lit up, is she worshipping her brother? Busy tidying up her appearance, you must know that her body today is dressed for him, and there must be no mistakes.

She walked lightly and gracefully to the door with her skirt in her hand, attracting the attention of the men around her along the way.