He spoke out to help her and relieve her, and even the arrogance and no one in his eyes just now was actually just to take her away, so as not to lose his face when he got it, that's all, right?

Seems to be thinking too much. She...... Isn't it too sensitive?

What does Yeming think about her?

Luo Tiantian raised his head a little depressedly, and happened to meet the low, blackened handsome face that Ye Ming suddenly turned around, and his heart trembled again.

It's just that Yeming didn't slow down because she shouted to slow down. I don't know how far I walked, and when I saw the carriage prepared in front of me, Yeming held her hand tightly all the way before letting go, and made a movement towards her with her eyes meaningfully.

"Get into the carriage?" Because of the loss of consciousness just now, Luo Tiantian looked a little dazed.

Yeming hooked the corners of her lips coldly, "Or do you want to walk back on foot?" ”

"No, no, no." Luo tilted his head again and again, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and slipped into it with a fugit.

Walking back? It's funny, she still cherishes her legs.

After she entered, Yeming also squeezed into the carriage with a dark face.

It's really not fun to ride in the same carriage with Yeming.

She felt that the whole carriage was filled with the smell of gunpowder emanating from Yemin's body, and it seemed to be nine feet of ice salvaged from the cold pool. In this small workshop where anger and coldness were rushing, Luo Tiantian felt very uncomfortable.

What kind of person is this man angry about?

In a small space, the two were relatively speechless, and it seemed that neither of them was willing to take the initiative to deal with anyone.

In this way, the stalemate lasted all the way, until the carriage entered the prince's mansion, and neither of them said a word from beginning to end.

I don't know if it's because of too much carbon dioxide, but it's warm in the carriage. Because of this, Luo Tilt, who had been comfortably in the car, began to shiver as soon as his feet stepped out of the car.

"Ahh The cold wind itched his nose and mouth, and Luo Tiantian sneezed uncontrollably, his hands clasped his arms tightly.

"Yeming, I'm cold, take off your clothes and put them on for me."

Perhaps it was finally back in this place that she was familiar with, Luo Tiantian was suddenly in a good mood, and all her previous scruples and worries flew out of the clouds.

I didn't speak for too long, and in the end, it was Luo Tiantian who took the lead in speaking, and a joke came out casually.

Of course, she just habitually talked casually, teasing Yeming to ease the atmosphere, but she didn't really expect Yeming to give her her clothes.

Therefore, for Yeming's low and heavy sentence "You are cold, what do you have to do with this prince?" It was also expected by Luo Tilt.

Yeming glanced at her. This woman is wearing so little, it's really worry-free!

"Cut, that's stingy!" Even though she knew that Yeming would say this, she couldn't help but snort softly.

After getting out of the carriage, Yeming kept walking behind Luo Tilt. Luo Qian imagined his handsome face behind him with a frowning brow, dark face, as if he had a black cloud on his head, and the sides of his lips involuntarily turned up sharply where Yeming couldn't see.

She found it a pleasure to laugh at Yeming. Looking at Yeming's gloom, she felt light and happy in her heart.

Luo Tiantian walked forward slowly, on the one hand, he was attracted by the scenery of the prince's mansion in winter, which was still like spring, and on the other hand, he complained in his heart: Why build the prince's mansion so big!