Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 1177
Since then, Xie Siyou has often disguised himself as a man and dragged him here to roast sweet potatoes.

He also knew that the Xie family asked the third miss to marry instead on the grounds that the second miss was ill and had to rest for two years.

Although there was some grudge in Xiao's house, they still agreed, and the left and right were just a happy bride.

"Qing Yang, I won't be able to come to you to bake sweet potatoes from now on!" Xie Siyou stuck out his tongue, pretending to be regretful: "The eldest lady found a nanny for me, and I will be married tomorrow, learning etiquette Already!"

"Oh, is that so?" Ming Qingyang's expression didn't change much, he still reached out to actively dig a hole, after so many times, he was already proficient.

"You don't have anything else to say?" Xie Siyou puffed up and kicked the sweet potatoes far away.

Ming Qingyang stood up and picked up the sweet potatoes, his attitude was still indifferent, but his hand was really good-looking, it didn't look like a hand doing rough work at all, and he learned everything quickly, the things she asked him to help with, almost It's hard to beat him!
Xie Siyou held his chin, watching Ming Qingyang busily busy. Under the sunlight, his outline became more distinct. Even though he was doing these rough jobs, he exuded a noble and elegant temperament from time to time.

"Qing Yang, you don't look like a servant at all," Xie Siyou stared blankly at him, a look of amazement flashed in her eyes, looking at his stalwart body, his every move, her heart would be pounding , blushing involuntarily: "If only you were a noble young master!"

Ming Qingyang's hands stopped, and he raised his head, his dark eyes were shining in the sunlight, but his face was still cold: "I think it's good now!" At least he is eating with his hands now, thank you As long as he does his own thing well, he will not be judged wherever he goes, and he will not be associated with his great father.

Xie Siyou looked at his solemn expression, and his fiery heart was soaked through: "You are just a small guard, are you satisfied with your current situation?"

"What's wrong with this?" Ming Qingyang twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and continued with the task in hand: "At least I'm free, I don't have to care about those responsibilities and burdens, maybe..."

"Of course not!" Xie Siyou picked up a sweet potato on the ground and threw it at him, with an angry face on his face: "Man, you are aiming everywhere, how can you satisfy a small guard with your strength? If, if you are not a guard , if you are a gentleman with status, then I..."

Ming Qingyang looked at the sweet potato that had rolled under his hands, and it was the first time he saw her get so angry, he couldn't help raising his head to look at her seriously: "What's wrong with you?"

Before he could react, a black shadow suddenly enveloped his eyes, and a soft man threw himself into his arms, hugged his body, pressed him to the ground and sat down: "If you are a gentleman with status, then I will I can marry you, I don’t want to marry that sick child, I want to be with you, I want to bake sweet potatoes with you, watch the sunset together, live our lives together..."

Ming Qingyang's body stiffened, the woman's soft and fragrant body was in his arms, her breath lingered in his ears, he couldn't let go of the sweet potato, he couldn't hold it, he could only maintain a posture like that.

"Qing Yang, do you like me or not?" Xie Siyou raised her head from his arms, looked pitifully at the man in front of her, her face was stained with tears.

(End of this chapter)