Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 700 The Tsundere Crown Prince

Chapter 700 The Tsundere Crown Prince ([-])
However, she actually felt that his back was full of loneliness.

Just like a wolf standing on the top of the mountains, the king, the lonely king.

Inexplicably, he felt his nose sore, and he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around his muscular waist from behind, pressed his cheek against his back, sucked his nose and murmured, "Otherwise, on New Year's Eve, I will work hard for you, Come to Dongyang Su Mansion!"

She obviously felt his body stiffen, "What I said is true, if you don't want to be in Chaoyun Palace, then come to Su Mansion. Grandpa admires you so much, you will be very happy."

"It's just that your grandpa is happy?" He asked hoarsely.

She raised a smile and turned to him, staring at his stern face with her neck up, "I'm happy too!"

It was really a pleasure to spend New Years with him.

Rong Beilan lifted her thin lips, pretending to think, and then replied very arrogantly: "Then I will reluctantly agree to you."

"Tch, it's clear that you are very happy yourself."

He put his arms around her slender waist and took the belt towards him, "Why don't I see you off and let Murong Jing go back by himself?"

Su Changle blinked, "Aren't you rushing back to the capital to deal with business?"

"There is still time to send you off." Rong Beilan said seriously.

The little hand pushed him, "Forget it, I can be this beauty, but it's just a disaster. Besides, Murong Jing and I have known each other since we were young, and we were on the way, so it would be perfect to go back with him."

Rong Beilan's face turned black, and his aura instantly condensed a lot.

Su Changle grinned, stretched out her hand to pinch his face with a smile, and pinched his face for a long time before she could barely feel the thin skin, "Do you think something will happen between me and Murong Jing, I just treat him as a friend. "

"Just because you don't, doesn't mean he doesn't."

This man is really... Helpless, Su Changle took the initiative to cover her red lips with her feet, and printed on his thin lips like a dragonfly, "Okay, okay, Murong Jing must have been waiting for a long time, you should go back first, our New Year's Eve Goodbye, how?"

Rong Beilan took advantage of the opportunity to press a kiss on her lips again, "Follow me back to the Prince's Mansion, huh?"

"No, I have other things to deal with when I go back to Dongyang." He hurriedly backed him out the door, urging him, "Okay, okay, you really have to go, I'm going back too, see you in the New Year, OK?"

She never realized that Rong Beilan was so clingy.

This time, Rong Beilan didn't insist, but the aura around her was frighteningly cold. She took a deep look at her before turning around and entering the space crack.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, but his face was full of spirits, squinting and staring at the place he left for a long time before he dawdled to meet Murong Jing.

At the gate of the city, a very low-key carriage was parked beside it. Xiangxue was carrying a huge package with a smile on her face. When she saw her, she rushed up to meet her.

"Miss, you are here, let's go!"

"Xiangxue, are you unable to move, and bring so many things?" He poked the huge package on Xiangxue's body with disgust, and asked.

"Hey, these are gifts for the people in Benyuelou. Miss, please help Xiangxue dress up. Xiangxue knows that there is space for your interspatial ring."

This girl is really getting smaller and smaller. After thinking for a moment, she took out an interspatial ring and threw it into Xiangxue's hands, "Here, I will use this for you from now on."

Xiangxue hurriedly caught it, "Miss, will this be too..."

"What the hell, since you are my maidservant, I will treat you badly, so hurry up and take it with you!"

 Wen Yu started his career as a beggar, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation ticket! ! !

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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