Chapter 340: The Fugitive Little Husband (9)

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression was lazy and careless, and her words sounded flat in tone, but in fact, they could not be ignored, and there was an invisible and dangerous aura.

Immediately, He Jiayu's body trembled, and immediately nodded solemnly: "There will definitely be no next time!" ”

Jiang Yu glanced at her lightly, and then asked her lazily with melon seeds: "Say, what's the matter with me?" ”

Hearing this, He Jiayu's eyes lit up on the side, and he remembered his purpose.

She smiled and said, "Didn't I hear that you fainted, I'll see how you are doing." It doesn't look like it's going to be bad, why don't we go to Chunyang Pavilion together? ”

He Jiayu squeezed her eyebrows at Jiang Yu, and glanced at the beauties dancing below, "Although these beauties are all beautiful and eye-catching, they are not the beauties of Chunyang Pavilion after all!" Besides, Qiu Li misses you, and looks forward to you going over to see him every day! ”

Qiuli ......

Jiang Yu thinks about it, it seems to be a beauty.

Those beauties in the house are indeed tired of seeing them, and it's good to go out occasionally to change their tastes.

Jiang Yu stretched lazily and yawned, her light-colored pupils were dyed with mist, "Then let's go." ”

"Good Ratcha!" He Jiayu was excited.

Jiang Yu didn't bother to change her clothes, she was wearing a scarlet and flamboyant long skirt, a fine brocade dress of Yunyan, a silver embroidered hundred butterfly flower skirt, charming and beautiful, and a long spike palace silk with colorful silk and white jade knots pinned to her waist.

didn't tie any cumbersome buns, just relying on a hosta to hold the waist-length green silk long hair.

It was not meticulous, but very loose and loose, and several strands of broken hair fell down with the girl's walking.

Today's sun is a little scorching, and the neckline of the long skirt worn by Jiang Yu is not tightly covered, and the slightly open neckline exposes a slender snow neck and straight collarbone.

The jet-black hair swept by, silently revealing a hint of seductive charm.

Along the way, the passers-by on the street frequently turned back, if it weren't for the girl's graceful figure, they would probably think that such a beautiful person must be a man.

"What to see, is it so good-looking!"

A tall woman frowned, dissatisfied, and scolded her Lang Jun.

Na Langjun was immediately so frightened that he quickly withdrew his peeking gaze, and followed the woman tremblingly.

There are several couples who are like this, and the Lang Jun brought out by himself was all attracted by Jiang Yu, and his eyes were full of amazement and like.

The tall woman was not very good-looking, and her skin was still a little dark, twice as strong as Lang Jun beside her.

She looked at such a beautiful and attractive Jiang Yu, her heart was bubbling with sourness, and she said with half jealousy and half sarcasm: "Look at her like that, she is a mother, and she is a pampered master at first glance." If you look more beautiful than a man, you can't do any work. If you marry in the past, I am afraid that you will only starve to death! Do you think you can still follow me like you are now? ”

The husband next to him didn't speak, as if he was particularly afraid of his wife, and he only promised.

He Jiayu became angry when she heard this, "Hey, what are you talking about, do you talk like that!" ”

She rolled up her sleeves, straightened her chest, and walked up to the woman with her toes high. When I walked over, I found that I was a little shorter than the other party, a little thinner than the other party, and a little whiter.

With such a comparison, He Jiayu's heart inexplicably flinched a little.

(End of chapter)