Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 91 The Rain Falls Rouge Tears, Pear Blossom Plays Begonia (15)

The young man looked up with the same cold look. There was still a wound on his neck, his hair was messy, and there was an inconspicuous bruise on the corner of his lips. The feeling of being ravaged and broken made people want to... bully, crush .

Song Ci handed him the poured water: "Water."

Xiao He sneered and said in his heart: He is really indifferent, but his face changes quite quickly.

Xiao He didn't take the water he handed over, Song Ci thought it was the same as last time he was talking hot again, wanted to play tricks on him, and immediately added: "Not hot."

Xiao He hooked his lips: "Why, do you still remember what happened last time?"

Song Ci glanced at the little fat man next to him who was looking at him, and spoke to Xiao He in a weak voice: "I dare not forget what the little prince said."

The little fat man Fang Zhengxian winked at Xiao He and said, "Little Prince, who is this person?"

Xiao He smiled wickedly, reached out to take the cup in Song Ci's hand, took a sip in a face-saving sip, and put it on the table: "Want to know?"

The little chubby nodded like a spring, rubbing his hands with a smile: "Think about it!"

The charming Bibo beauty who was abandoned by Fang Zhengxian in the corner looked at Xiao He's handsome and coquettish face, and bit the handkerchief.

If it wasn't for the incident some time ago, she must have taken the initiative to go up to the little prince to ask about his health.

Xiao He pulled out the fan at his waist, twirled it in his hand, and slapped it on Fang Zhengxian's chubby hand, "Go away."

Fang Zhengxian, who was knocked off, withdrew his hand all of a sudden. He didn't get any information from Xiao He, so he turned a corner and approached Song Ci with a smile on his face, "Little beauty, what's your name?"

He looked at Xiao He's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, closed his eyes, and replied in a moment: "I'm just a servant of the little prince, and my name is not worth mentioning."

Song Ci deliberately named himself by saying this, and realized that his situation was exactly in Xiao He's hands.

"Ah, servant? She looks so white and tender that she doesn't look like that at all?"

Fang Zhengxian was curious and wanted to go over and pinch Xiao He's little face, but the young man hid him, and he wanted to reach out to pull his little hand, but Xiao He stopped him.

The ornate fan opened and stood in Song Ci's hand: "Fang Zhengxian, my man, don't move."

It's not that Xiao He didn't call himself by his first and last name, most of them were called when he was angry. Now that he said these words, seeing Xiao He's sinister smile, subconsciously felt a chill down his spine.

Fang Zhengxian made an excuse, and smiled flatteringly: "My lord, I was just curious, curious!"

"Curious what?"

hear the voice before seeing it
A warm and beady voice came in with a smile.

The first impression that gives people is that this person is as soft and moist as the spring breeze in March.

But such a person would actually come to this kind of place, and even hang out with these dandies, who would be red if they were close to vermilion, and black if they were close to ink.Presumably he himself is not an elegant, upright and gentle son.

Song Ci couldn't help looking curiously at the visitor.

The man had the youthful appearance of a fair scholar, dressed in an elegant sky-blue gown with vermilion patterns, his hair was tied up high in a dark green bamboo-leaf hair crown, and when the breeze blew, the green ribbon wrapped around the hair crown lifted his long hair Hair flew up.

This person seemed to have a sense of elegance and dignity, his eyes looked at Xiao He and then at Fang Zhengxian, and he sighed helplessly: "I've said it all, don't ask me out in this kind of place, why don't you listen? .”

When the girl playing the piano saw the young man coming in, her eyes showed a bit of obsession, and in a blink of an eye, she disappeared and turned into endless loneliness.

"Brother Duan, there is no way for Fatty Fang to say that there is an artistic conception here." Xiao He hooked the corners of his lips, smiling wickedly.

Xiao He noticed that Duan Youwen had been staring at Song Ci from the moment he entered the door, bent his lips, and hooked his fingers at this quiet and indifferent young man: "Come here."

Song Ci moved towards him, and before he could ask, Xiao He pointed to the handsome young man and said, "This is Duan Youwen, a great talent in the imperial city."

Duan Youwen, just like his name, is full of economics and literary talents. He has been a genius since he was a child, and there is no one in the entire Yan Kingdom who does not know him.

This person's elegance is really elegant, and his flair is also really flirtatious, but what makes him most famous is not his literary talents but his short-sleeved habit.

The corners of Xiao He's lips curled up, and he smiled playfully: "Say hello to Mr. Duan."

Xiao He didn't believe that Song Ci had never heard of this person, but he deliberately wanted him to get in touch.

Song Ci looked at him with some hesitation, then turned to look at the young master: "Hello, Young Master Duan."

Duan Youwen walked towards him with a slight smile, looked at his pair of beautiful different pupils, he could guess who this person was without him saying, and sat on the wooden chair opposite the boy: "Young master is polite."

Song Ci was not used to seeing him, his hands on his lap were tightly clutching the corners of his clothes, and the clothes were full of wrinkles.

Xiao He watched his movements with a smile on his face. Seeing the young man's serious expression, he lowered his head and leaned closer to his ear: "Don't be nervous."

Song Ci was completely unprepared for Xiao He's sudden approach, and sat upright reflexively.

Duan Youwen looked at the boy's reaction amusedly, "Brother Xiao, you scared him just now."

"It's obvious that you were scared."

Xiao He smiled treacherously
Duan Youwen still spoke so softly: "I'm not convinced, after all, I didn't do anything just now, young master, tell me, is what I said right?"

Being stared at by Xiao He, Xiao He only felt his scalp tighten.

The little fat man behind rolled out and said to Duan Youwen, "Don't embarrass the little beauty."

Song Ci must be more inclined to Fang Zhengxian than Duan Youwen and Xiao He, because this little fat man doesn't have that kind of dirty desire in his eyes, he just wants to have fun.

Liu Yan's fingers trembling while playing the pipa through Mansha, suddenly dialed out an abrupt tone.

Duan Youwen didn't look back, and reminded in a warm voice: "Miss Liu Yan, be careful not to lose your mind next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Duan." After Liu Yan finished speaking, she immediately withdrew her thoughts and plucked the strings.

Duan Youwen was sitting on the seat making tea, his movements were smooth, but sometimes his eyes lingered on Song Ci, which seemed to be unintentional.

Song Ci pretended not to notice, and sat quietly in Xiao He, staring at the cold eyes of the cup in his hand, a little lost in thought.

With a light pat on the shoulder, Song Ci looked up at Duan Youwen, his eyes were still dazed just now: "What's wrong?"

Duan Youwen spoke very gently: "It's okay, I think you're distracted by what you're looking at."

Song Ci actually had a good impression of Duan Youwen, a gentle young man. He was a daughter himself, and he relaxed when he thought that he was not interested in women.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Xiao He looked at Song Ci in some surprise, squinted his eyes, and a dark light quickly flashed across his dark pupils.

Have you spoken familiarly in just a while?
(End of this chapter)