Chapter 132: Deceptive Uncle 31

For those of them who are noble in their status, it is obviously a shame that they have been around to do things for others.
The number of warmth raised their heads, and they took their different expressions into the fundus, and slowly hanged down, and replied: "Working."
She said, not waiting for what they said, they gently put down the tableware, and whispered to the man around him, "Wang Ye, I still have things, go first."
After all, the first time I didn’t even care about the meaning of thousands of inks, I got up and turned away.
Upon seeing it, Ning Cheng quickly poured a glass of wine and whispered, "I didn't say anything wrong..."
Ji Xi left the road: "Maybe it is really something."
However, several people all agreed to fall on the thousands of inks, and Qian Qian inked the wine in a wine glass. The eyes looked extremely indifferent and looked at them: "Take her over, I want you to know officially. There is such a person around me, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking, but you remember, to deny her, can only be denied by the king."
After Qian Qianmo finished speaking this passage, he got up in a cold and left.
Su Huang pours himself a glass of wine and celebrates a few people smiling across the table: "Don't you hear it? 晟 千墨墨 introduced her to a few of us, isn't that obvious?"
Ji Xi looked at Su Huang and looked at it. He poured his own glass of wine from his head and bitterly thought about tears, but he managed to hold back.
......
When the number of warmth came out of the restaurant, the street was brightly lit and lively, but she went to a place where there were few people. But after I didn’t take long, I was caught by the people behind me and grabbed her little hand. Going back, looking up at him calmly, pulling his fingers one by one, so hard to break free, but it took a long time, but he was quickly regained her small hand, It seems to be laughing at her insignificant power.
The number of warmth was hugged by him, and he walked to the bank of the river before letting her down. She looked at her silently for a while and then said: "They don't have to take it seriously."
The number warmed and nodded. "Is there anything else in the prince?"
晟 Thousands of inks stared at her not talking, and the eyes became more and more gloomy.
A few warms know that this is a thousand inks to be angry, and she hangs her head again, letting her little hand be ruthlessly rubbed by his big hand, biting his lip and not screaming.
"When you were pleading for the king under the king's horse, it wasn't this attitude. Now I went to the academy and felt that I was superior." I don't know if I was overdone by this little thing, she couldn't see it. It’s just that I’m interested in coming over and marrying her. It’s this cold and faint attitude and he’s confrontation, and he’s not very patient. It’s going to drink a lot of wine, it’s a mood, so it’s a moment. The words were spoken.
But the number of warmth was really true. She looked up and looked at him with her eyes closed. Her eyes slowly covered with a layer of water, so she silently looked at him and shed tears, and finally slowly fell in front of him. He squatted at his feet and said, "No, the number of warmth has always been self-aware, and the number of warmth and princes has always been like this."
He stood and she groaned.
Always been this way.
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