Chapter 41: The Third Prince, Don't You Dare to Talk?

Mo Yingyan didn't seem to notice that someone was running towards him, and he fell unhurriedly.

The moment the chess pieces fell, they were pinched by their tender white fingers.

"Childe, fall here."

With a clear voice, Hongzi, who was originally in a good situation, instantly fell into disadvantage.

"Ah, Childe, it seems to have been done wrong." Su Ruotang blinked innocently, his lips were slightly raised, and his black and white eyes looked like chagrin.

But under his eyes, a bad smile crossed him.

It's like a little fox who has done something bad and is secretly proud.

When everyone saw this scene, they all gasped.

This exquisite endgame is difficult to solve for thousands of years.

The third prince is very good at ancient chess, and he was also troubled by this chess game for an hour, and he was about to solve it, but he was ruined by this young man.

Someone once disturbed him when the third prince fell into the son, and was abolished by the third prince on the spot.

Everyone's eyes fell on Su Ruotang's slender limbs, and their eyes showed sympathy.

It's a pity that such a beautiful young man is a pity.

Mo Yingyan's cold gaze paused for a moment when it fell on Su Ruotang's face, and the eyes that had always been light and breezy crossed in amazement.

Immediately, his gaze swept over Su Ruotang's left face, propped himself up and said lightly: "Well, wrong." ”

"Wow!"

Everyone's jaws almost fell to the ground.

The chess game was destroyed, but the three princes didn't get angry??

Su Ruotang hooked the corners of his lips, twisted a red chess piece with his fingers, and bent down to look down at Mo Yingyan.

The next moment, she slowly stretched out her hand, and the red chess pieces between her fingers followed Mo Yingyan's delicate jaw, slowly sliding to the Adam's apple.

Then, with a slight force, a casual tone without remorse, "That'...... Does Childe need compensation? ”

The red chess pieces against the man's white Adam's apple.

The fatal part was pressed against it, and the man's clear and picturesque eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, looking at Su Ruotang's weak and boneless wrist indifferently.

After a while, he leaned back slightly, raised his eyes to meet Su Ruotang's gaze, "You...... How are you going to compensate me? ”

His voice was low and clear, like mutton fat white jade soaked in 10,000-year-old ice.

Su Ruotang blinked.

Why is this tone so familiar?

Dog man, learn her to talk again!

His subordinates exerted their strength again, watching a red mark gradually appear on his white neck, Su Ruotang bent his eyes, approached Mo Yingyan, and whispered in his ear, "I have a business and want to talk to the third prince." ”

Mo Yingyan suddenly leaned back, and his cold white fingers grabbed Su Ruotang's wrist.

Su Ruotang was caught off guard and was pulled by him and stumbled.

The next moment, the sky was spinning, and when she reacted, the whole person sat on Mo Yingyan's lap.

"Shhh

The already silent private room instantly seemed to be pressed the pause button, and after everyone gasped in unison, they forgot to breathe.

They never expected that the third prince, who had never been close to women, would be close to men!

Faced with this teenager who appeared out of nowhere, he not only answered her words, but also allowed her to hold a chess piece against his throat.

And the atmosphere between the two is inexplicably ambiguous?

Fu Beixian looked at Su Ruotang's familiar eyebrows in shock, the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, and muttered, "It turns out that this is the reason why you asked to marry Second Miss Su." ”

In the quiet of the private room, his murmur was clearly audible.

Everyone suddenly realized.

No wonder when the teenagers appeared, they had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

At this time, after Fu Beixian's reminder, they were shocked to realize that the young man's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Miss Su Er.

It turns out that the third prince likes men.

couldn't marry the boy he liked, so he covered his ears and stole the bell to marry Miss Su Er, who was very similar to the young man's eyebrows.

Look at women, think about men.

Several noble women who were jealous of Su Ruotang before, and they all sympathized with Su Ruotang at this time.

"This is the sincerity of Miss Su Er and me to talk about business?" Mo Yingyan took the chess pieces from between her fingers and threw them on the chessboard casually.

The crisp sound recalled Su Ruotang's thoughts, and also covered up the four words of Miss Su Er.

Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes were full of shock: "You...... You ......"

Mo Yingyan's slender finger fell on the left side of her face, and her clear tone was a little satisfied, "This way, it's very good-looking." ”

The slightly cool fingertips fell on the left side of his face that had regained his appearance, and Su Ruotang subconsciously shrank, "How do you know?" ”

Mo Yingyan leaned back slightly, leaning lazily on the low couch, "Sincerity?" ”

The three words without a head and no brain, Su Ruotang understood.

She reached out and took the man's hand, her white fingertips fell on his palm, and she wrote down two words one by one, "Is this sincerity enough?" ”

The warm warmth spreads slowly from the palm of the hand.

Mo Yingyan's lacquer-like ink eyes were condensed on Su Ruotang's face.

Su Ruotang met his cold gaze, his body tensed slightly, and his fingertips subconsciously grabbed the jade rabbit on the bracelet, but he was empty.

Only then did she remember that in order not to reveal her identity, she put the bracelet in the house.

A moment later, just when Su Ruotang wanted to give up, Mo Yingyan snorted lightly.

Su Ruotang looked overjoyed, and stood up with Mo Yingyan's shoulder.

Seeing that Mo Yingyan was still sitting still, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her expression was a hint of provocation, "Third prince, don't you dare to talk?" ”

Mo Yingyan flicked the creases on the sleeves that did not exist, got up calmly and elegantly, and dropped a word, "Talk." ”

Fu Beixian's whole person was completely cracked, and he subconsciously stopped Mo Yingyan, his face distorted, "You really want to go with him?" ”