"Miss, you will do the same."

With a sharp voice with undisguised dissatisfaction, Wen Qingyu glanced at it quietly.

The maid's clothes are the same style and color, but the maid embroidered a blooming red plum on the corner of the skirt. There is also a different style between walking.

The eldest girl Yufei looked directly at Wen Qingyu with unscrupulous eyes: "This Fenghuaxuan is just to give face to the prince, so I will borrow you to live for a while." Do you really think of yourself as your master? ”

She picked up the pink porcelain rouge box and glanced at Wen Qingyu dissatisfiedly: "No one is responsible for you in this matter of breaking things." ”

"Buckwheat." Her voice soared: "Why don't you comb her hair soon?" How long do you have to wait? ”

Yuqiao seemed to want to say something, but finally said yes in a low voice, and the work in her hands became more and more careful and serious.

Yu Fei pursed her lips and opened the brand-new enamel boxes on the dressing table one by one: "A waste, the things used are good." ”

Immediately, he picked out the rouge he liked: "This color matches me, so I will accept it." ”

After carefully drawing, he put all the enamel bottles on the dressing table in his purse and walked away without looking back.

"Sister Yuping, come and see, this color is the most suitable for you." In the courtyard, her cheerful and sharp voice immediately sounded.

"Yufei, you are also a little restrained, she is also the master in the end."

"Master?" Yu Fei snorted disdainfully: "That kind of cowardly and incompetent waste, what kind of master is it." Haven't you turned over the sky in so many years? ”

"It's hard to talk about the inner house. Today, King Rong is here. ”

"What if King Rong comes? She is eighteen years old, and King Rong's Mansion hasn't even come to change Gengti, isn't it that she can't look down on that ugly appearance? ”

"It's rare that King Rong is willing to stay for dinner today," Yu Fei's voice suddenly became happy: "You have to dress up brightly." Such a handsome man, if he can follow back, I will be willing to be a slave. ”

The voice faded away, and the corners of Wen Qingyu's lips hooked up a sneer.

There are people everywhere who turn their backs on the Lord and seek glory, but they never end well.

"Wen Qingyu, are you awake! Come out to Miss Ben! Wen Qingyu's sharp and dissatisfied voice came from the courtyard.

Wen Qingyu in the bronze mirror frowned, and a trace of unexplained depth flashed in his eyes.

Wen Qingkite is suffering and not eating enough? It's time for these people to come to an end!

"Second Miss, she has woken up a long time ago, please come in." Yu Fei was busy letting Wen Qingyuan into the house.

Wen Qingyu's flying eyes glanced at Wen Qingyu who was slowly arranging his sleeves on the side of the dressing table.

"Are you a dead man, you fool? Miss Ben called you out, didn't you hear? ”

"Didn't you come in?" Wen Qingyu said lightly: "Why should I go out." ”

"Huh?" Wen Qingyuan raised her eyebrows fiercely: "Who allowed you to talk to me like this?" ”

"What do you think you should say?" Wen Qingyu smiled slightly: "If you want to kneel and tell me, it's not impossible." ”

"Aren't you crazy you idiot?" Wen Qingyuan's face turned blue, and a trace of hideousness appeared on her sweet face: "Don't forget your identity." ”

"Oh?" Wen Qingyu raised the tail note high: "I don't have a good memory recently, why don't you tell me, what is my identity?" ”

"Good!" Wen Qingyuan gritted her teeth: "The eldest lady has a bad memory, Mother Liu will give the eldest lady a long memory!" ”

"Yes."

Behind Wen Qingyu, a mother-in-law with five big and three thick arched her hand slightly towards Wen Qingyu: "Miss, the old slave has offended." But it was a contemptuous insolence.

The fat hand that was as oily as a pig's trotter was rounded and was about to go towards the Wenqing feather fan.

Yu Qiao on the side of the dressing table subconsciously took a few steps forward, and as soon as her eyes closed, she bumped into Liu's mother's big fat hand.

The thin wrist was tight, and the water-colored figure in front of him flashed, but it was an "oops".

Mother Liu's fat belly was firmly kicked, staggered on the spot, and sat on the ground with a poof.

Wen Qingyu sighed secretly, this body is really not as good as before, if it was before, this foot kicked down, where would there be the way for the fat pig to live.

"Wen, Wen Qingyu, do you dare to fight back?"

Wen Qingkite's eyes didn't fall out, did she fight back? How dare she fight back?

"Oops!" What answered her was another miserable howl from Liu's mother.

It turned out that Wen Qingyu unexpectedly made up another kick on her fat belly.

Directly stepped the fat body back to the ground.

"Wen Qingyu, you ......"

"Stop!" Suddenly, Wen Qingyu shouted violently, and Wen Qingyu's deep eyes brought out a faint cold glow.

Wen Qingyuan suddenly swallowed her saliva fiercely, and that faint glance actually made her feel a sense of fear that was piercing her back.

That kind of fear was only felt by her father when she appeared, and now, how can the momentum on the waste sister be even more terrifying than her father?

"Let me ask you," Wen Qingyu casually pointed at Liu's mother, who looked stunned: "Who am I?" ”