Women brave pirate den: escaped marriage prince

The little girl clenched her fists, feeling much happier, "Thank you, thank you."

Zhuo Ran fell down with a smile, and if she provoked her, she would show her teeth and claws. This is the true face of the Tang family's eldest lady.

"Do you really want to wait until that Ye Yuning returns to the valley?"

He didn't want to stay in this old place, and he didn't like it at first instinct.

The little girl looked at him like an idiot, "How is it possible? Stay for a few days and wait for my master to calm down, and then we can sneak away. Anyway, he loves me the most, so he won't blame me." [

He smiled slightly, and his hanging heart fell to the ground.

As long as she is willing to leave here, it means that she has no regrets and never thought of turning back.

The wind is sunny, the white clouds are like washing, the blue sky is blue, and the weather is cool.

The little girl had nothing to do, so she found an iron handle and ran to the stream to plant flowers and herbs.

It may be heredity, or it may be a long-term illness and becoming a doctor. She likes to read medical books the most, and also likes to take care of herbal medicine when she is free.

Regardless of her young age, she is quite skilled in medicine.

Zhuo Ran came out from nowhere, squatted down beside her, stretched out his hand to grab the iron, "I'll help you."

Xiao Ya found it so strange that no matter where she went, he could find her.

"No need, dirty."

"I'm a man, so I'm not afraid of getting dirty." He insisted on grabbing the iron handle, and quickly helped her dig holes. Small holes were formed quickly, and Xiaoya planted saplings one by one, covered it with soil, and poured some stream water.

The two cooperated very tacitly, and Xiaoya didn't need to speak, he naturally knew what to do.

Xiaoya glanced at him several times, feeling more and more confused.

Ye Yutong turned around in the valley and finally found his target.

Seeing the two of them busy with work, a trace of jealousy flashed in their eyes.

"Brother Tie, brother Tie, this place is so dirty, let's sit in the pavilion and drink tea and talk."

She directly ignored Xiao Ya's existence, and only had this handsome and wild man in her eyes.

The little girl ignored her and treated her like air.

Zhuo Ran frowned, and suddenly said something surprising, "According to your seniority, I'll call you Senior Aunt. Hello, Senior Aunt Ye."

He also made a long oar in a serious manner, very polite. [

Ye Yutong seemed to be struck by lightning, she was dumbfounded, aunt?Is she that old?And why does it sound like a nun?

Not good, it sounds awful.

"Where did you get your seniority? We are not much different in age, so of course we are siblings."

The little girl's face turned red, and she glanced at him a few times, her eyes full of deep smiles.

This guy is playing tricks again.

Zhuo Ran bowed his hands solemnly to show respect.

"Don't dare, Xiaoya should call you Shigu, of course I want to call you that."

There are several layers of meaning in these words, although Ye Yutong didn't understand all of them, but he also heard several layers, and was mad with jealousy, why did she call it that, and he also called it that.

They're not husband and wife, so why are they so hot?

Her face froze, and she forced a smile, "It's okay to call each other, she also barks randomly, there are no rules."

I don't know if it means that Xiaoya has no rules, and the tone is intriguing, and I don't forget to glance at Xiaoya.

The little girl just snickered, her little face was blushing, she covered her face with her hands, her eyes were narrowed, how could she have time to play tricks with her.

She was bored, her chest was full of breath, and she was very depressed.

However, Zhuo Ran was serious and refused to give in at all, "That's not okay, people in the Jianghu have the most important seniority, if you call the wrong one, you will be laughed at."

This is true, but out of selfishness, Ye Yutong refuses to recognize this seniority even if he is beaten to death.