Quickly wear the boss, she is always teased by male gods

Chapter 673 The Prince Is Making Trouble Again 38
No wonder the prince is so angry.

Just as Xiao Ran was thinking about it, there were bursts of sarcastic remarks from inside the door that couldn't be stopped by the door.

"You can't even look at a single person, what are you doing to eat?!"

Xiao Ran: "..."

Miyue: "..."

The two wisely went to get the saber, one to lead the horse.

Not long after, that slender figure came out. He usually showed no expression, but now his whole body was written all over.

Oh no, acquaintances are not allowed to enter.

His aura of indifference could freeze all the innocent little fellows present into ice sculptures.

He got on his horse, glanced at the people below from the corner of his eye, and let out a cold sigh.

"Raised a bunch of useless rice buckets."

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and the courtyard returned to silence, which could be heard like a needle falling.

Deathly silence.

Slowly, a person walked out of the door, with a desolate body and blank eyes.

It was the classmate Xiao Cuo who feared the society.

There is no doubt that the poor 1.8m[-] in front of me has been sprayed with doubts about life after experiencing the death time just now.

Xiao Ran walked over and patted his brother on the shoulder comfortingly, "Oh, the prince is not scolding you, think about it from another angle, he is actually scolding himself."

Miyue cast a puzzled look.

Xiao Ran gloated, "It's normal for me to be angry and annoyed after losing my wife. We can just laugh at such things in private."

Miyue: "..."

Xiao Cuo: "..."

……

brothel.

That's right, brothel.

The toasts are staggered, and the cups are pushed aside.

The woman's delicate laughter sounded from time to time.

"Officer, let's have another drink~"

"My lord, where are you touching your hand?"

"Master, don't throw up, go back with the old slave, the wife is still waiting..."

"Get lost! Who wants that old witch at home, come here, hahaha Miss Ruhua, come here, what did you run away just now? Hmm? What did you run away for? Come and give Grandpa a kiss."

Between the pink and smoky purple curtains, some fragrant and corrupt images flashed from time to time.

A scene of corruption.

Among the crowd, at a square table, sat a young man in white lightly drinking tea.

He stretched out his arm, and a woman in a pink skirt who was holding a drink exclaimed and fell into a warm embrace.

Both hands were tightly locked, leaning against each other's arms.

The face of the girl in the pink skirt turned red, and she quickly put down the drink, "Young master, young master, don't..."

Warm breath fell in my ears.

The slender fingers stroked her waist four or five times, "No?"

How could it be possible not to, especially after looking back and seeing the other party's fair and handsome face.

It is rare to see such a handsome man in a brothel. The woman blushed, half-pushed, and whispered.

The "young man" grabbed the soft and boneless little hand of the other party, and touched it up and down, full of profanity, "Well, the hand is quite white."

The woman in the pink skirt said coquettishly, "Master's hands are obviously a little whiter than mine."

She took that slender hand and compared the two sides, "Here, look."

It's really strange that there is a man with thinner and fairer hands than a girl like her.

The youth froze.

After a while, someone said in a nasty voice, "What are you talking about? Where is the whiteness? Where is the whiteness? I know that it is as black as a piece of carbon, and as strong as a cow!"

The woman in the pink skirt: "..."

She burst out laughing, "Where is it, son, cow? You are too thin, your legs are thinner than mine, and the little girl's butt hurts from sitting on it."

"..."

(End of this chapter)