The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 894 Goddess Temple (4)

Xie Wanrong raised her eyelids, the daughter of prefect Lin?

She pushed aside the crowd and looked at Qi Jinghuan who was standing tall among the crowd. At this moment, he had a slight smile on his face, as if he was listening attentively.

Hongling panicked after following Xie Wanrong.

If things go wrong, the cool Ninth Prince will definitely roast her.

She carefully tugged at the hem of Xie Wanrong's clothes: "...Rongrong...Rongrong..."

The corners of Xie Wanrong's lips under the veil slightly pursed into a smile, and those bright almond eyes seemed to be smiling, but there was a hint of anger.

Her articulate voice was calm: "What are you doing here? Have a good chat?"

"Girl, everything comes first and then first. Now it's my turn to talk to this young master. If you have anything to say, just wait in the back." The woman who spoke looked at Qi Jinghuan anxiously, her voice was so soft that water could be squeezed out. Lai: "Young master, you haven't told me yet."

Qi Jinghuan coughed lightly, and the gaze revealed in his eyes was obviously asking Xie Rong to save him.

Qi Jinghuan walked towards Xie Wanrong, but Xie Wanrong was squeezed out by the girls behind him before he did anything.

Qi Jinghuan, on the other hand, changed from his usual cold appearance. He seemed to have put away all the hostility on his body. Looking around, he was surrounded by dozens of girls. Xie Wanrong cast a look of asking for help.

Xie Wanrong raised his brows almost invisibly.

She patted the women in front of her, gave way a few times, and squeezed in again.

She squinted at Qi Jinghuan: "Let's go."

"Hey, hey, let me tell you who you are!"

"That's right! This young man met us first! Who do you think you are? Just leave as soon as you say?"

Xie Wanrong's apricot eyes, which were only exposed, swept across Qi Jinghuan, and then fell on the several beautifully dressed women in front of her, and pulled Qi Jinghuan's arm, and Qi Jinghuan's tall figure quickly shrouded her in the shadow.

Seeing Xie Wanrong take the initiative to pull Qi Jinghuan's arm, those women were even more stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

Qi Jinghuan lowered his gaze, and when he fell on Xie Wanrong's white palm tightly held on his wrist, a hint of cunning flashed in his deep eyes, and it was good to let his wife protect him occasionally, so he nodded secretly.

Especially the daughter of the prefect Lin, who was startled and said: "You, you... what do you want! Let go... let go of this young master..."

Xie Wanrong glared at her angrily, and said very casually: "What do I want to do, of course I want to drag my husband to worship the goddess statue, but you, what are you doing here one by two?"

Hongling standing behind opened her mouth wide and let out a cry of surprise.

Things seemed to develop according to her imagination, and it was more successful than expected.

Originally, Hong Ling's idea was to find out what Rong Rong thought about the Ninth Prince.

Hongling breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Qi Jinghuan's narrow smile.

She sighed softly, and sure enough, Rong Rong whose memory was sealed, was no match for the black-bellied Ninth Prince.

In their plan, there is no such thing as pretending to be weak.

The majestic demon king pretends to be a weak son, who will believe it when it is said.

Hongling suddenly felt sorry for her family Rongrong, who had been tricked by the cool Ninth Prince.

"What... what?" Those women looked at Xie Wanrong in disbelief, "You are the wife of this young master? How could it be..."

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