Princess, be nice

Chapter 1032

The mother and son said this.

There was a crash outside.

Of course, it wasn't their carriage that came out.

The sound is very loud.

Jiang Yuan's smiling voice sounded outside, "Master, someone touches porcelain."

"Wow, who dares to touch Cier." Yuan Miao's eyes lit up immediately, ready to rush out.

Like a calf.

Yuan Changhuan immediately grabbed his son's little hand and threw him on the soft couch, "Don't go out, stay here obediently."

"Mother..."

Yuan Miao acted like a baby.

Putting on the veil, only those eyes that were more captivating than before were exposed, Yuan Changhuan stared at him, "It's useless to act like a baby."

After all, he opened the curtain and walked out.

She really wanted to see who was so short-sighted, and bumped into Cier on the first day she returned to Pingcheng.

Doesn't this give her son a bad impression.

What if Miao Miao mentions his mother's hometown in the future, and the first image that pops up in his mind is Pengcier?
Children's education should be crooked from an early age.

It's all the fault of this toucher.

"Your carriage hit Mrs. Ben, tell me, how are you going to pay for it?" The woman who fell on the ground was wearing an old brocade dress, the style of several years ago, and it is long out of date now.

And it was washed white.

Jewelry pearl hairpins are also a few years ago.

Seeing her attire, Yuan Changhuan guessed that she must be a woman from rich to poor.

"pay?"

Yuan Changhuan's red lips parted slightly, and he opened his mouth coolly.

Just a single word, she uttered it hundreds of times, beautiful and melodious.

It makes people numb and soft.

The woman looked up, and she was taken aback when she saw Yuan Changhuan for the first time.

Standing on the carriage, the woman in red with a veil could only vaguely see her eyebrows, which were very much like the person in her memory.

Yuan Changhuan.

It's just that Yuan Changhuan doesn't have the elegance and demeanor of the woman in front of him.

Although it was not easy to provoke, she had no choice but to grit her teeth, and the woman slapped on the ground, "My leg hurts so much, come here, someone hit someone here and doesn't want to take responsibility."

"Help me."

The originally quiet street, because of the woman's voice, many people appeared in an instant.

Point to point.

Yuan Changhuan's carriage didn't look like a local at all, and the people in the neighborhood street, they regarded them as outsiders.

The locals naturally protect the locals.

No wonder she felt that this woman's sloppy look was so familiar, she turned out to be an acquaintance, Yuan Changhuan's red lips curled up under the veil, Fu Yan, don't come here.

Unexpectedly, in only three or four years, Fu Yan turned from a well-behaved scholarly lady into such a country shrew.

Time is a wonderful thing.

"Does it hurt?" Yuan Changhuan folded his arms and leaned on the car door, looking down at her, "It hurts so much that I can't walk?"

Fu Yan didn't realize the meaning of Yuan Changhuan's words, and subconsciously replied, "Yeah, it hurts so much that I can't walk anymore, you are responsible..."

The voice did not fall.

Yuan Changhuan raised his hand, and in front of everyone, "Bumped over."

Hearing Yuan Changhuan give an order.

Jiang Yuan slapped his horse's ass violently, "Drive!"

"what!"

A sharp voice sounded, and Fu Yan rushed to the side of the road in a frenzy.

"Call..."

Jiang Yuan reined in the reins.

The carriage stopped instantly.

All the onlookers saw Fu Yan's crisp and quick movements, as if she had been hit and couldn't move.

The pointing person was replaced by Fu Yan.

Fu Yan shook her face and didn't want it anymore, she lay on the ground and began to cry, "Outsiders are bullying others, bullying everyone."

(End of this chapter)