The Evil Emperor's Favored Wife: The Bloodthirsty Demon Concubine

Chapter 82

"Brother, do you have anything to eat?"

Song Wenqing looked at Luo Ziyue's tone of coaxing a child, talking to him, couldn't help but shuddered all over, and shook his head hastily: "No, no, junior sister, let's go to the competition stage quickly! To avoid being late Already!"

"If you are late, you will be late, what are you afraid of?"

Luo Ziyue patted Song Wenqing's shoulder, and said in a deep and deep voice: "Brother, don't worry, since we stepped into this Lingyue City, they have already known the news of our arrival, and there is nothing wrong with going early and late." It's bad! Let's take advantage of this time to have fun..."

"I didn't expect Miss Luo to have such a big heart. Before the battle, she still wants to have fun. She is indeed a disciple trained by the ancients!"

As soon as Luo Ziyue finished speaking, she heard a familiar voice behind her. The teasing meaning in the voice was so obvious that she couldn't help but turn black, but turned back to normal in an instant.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Bai has a handsome appearance, but he did some sneaky things!"

Looking at Bai Zimo's smiling face, she wanted to punch him in the face. The last time he was peeking in the dark, she hadn't settled with him yet!
He even hid in the dark and eavesdropped on her talking with his senior brother.

"Miss Luo, you misunderstood! I didn't eavesdrop on the conversation between you and your senior brother. I just happened to pass by and overheard it!"

How could it be possible that Bai Zimo, who was known as such a genius, could not see what Luo Ziyue was thinking!

"Really? That's really a coincidence!" Luo Ziyue said through gritted teeth.

As expected of a businessman, she is really thick-skinned, and she is better at telling lies with her eyes open.

"Isn't it?" Bai Zimo nodded confidently, without the slightest embarrassment of being seen through.

"Junior Sister, is he...?" Song Wenqing frowned, watching the two people's back-and-forth conversation, "Do you know each other very well?"

"Unfamiliar! Just met him once, don't pay attention to him, brother, let's go!"

Luo Ziyue's chilly voice sounded extremely displeased, she turned around and took Song Wenqing's arm and strode towards the competition stage.

Bai Zimo was not annoyed at her seemingly rude attitude, and followed them step by step.

They go, he goes, they stop, he stops.

This made Luo Ziyue very annoyed, her lips were stretched into a straight line, and her stiff jaw line showed her displeasure, but she didn't know why, she didn't get angry at him, but she lost the interest in shopping before.

Song Wenqing saw that she was a little upset, so he turned his head and yelled at Bai Zimo: "Hey, let me tell you, what are you doing behind me? What are your intentions?"

"The street is so big, how do you know that I am following you? Maybe, I just happen to be in the same direction as you!"

Bai Zimo waved the fan in his hand, looking like a nobleman, with an unusually indifferent expression, even if someone gave him a face, he would not be moved by it in the slightest.

"Brother Mo! Brother Mo!"

Suddenly, a delicate female voice broke their deadlock.

Turning around, I saw a girl in a bright yellow dress with a round face and a trace of baby fat running towards them with the skirt in both hands.

Luo Ziyue frowned slightly, and stretched out her hand to pull Song Wenqing to the other side of her.

It happened to completely expose Bai Zimo's figure.

In the next second, the girl was like a butterfly flying with wings, and she fell into Bai Zimo's arms, her arms were around his neck, and she held him tightly in her arms.

"Brother Mo, you are indeed here. It seems that Xiao Wu didn't lie to me!"

Ning Xin seemed very happy to catch the escaped Bai Zimo.

It was very natural to completely ignore Luo Ziyue and the others.

Bai Zimo seemed to be the only one in those pure eyes.

"Xin'er, why are you here?" A bitter look flashed across Bai Zimo's face, and he was discovered by this girl again, and it seemed that he would not be able to get away for a while.

Seeing the bitterness and helplessness on Bai Zimo's face.

Luo Ziyue smiled unkindly, turned around and was about to pull Song Wenqing away, but she didn't want to be discovered by Bai Zimo.

"I miss Brother Mo, so I came out to look for Brother Mo!"

Ning Xin took it for granted, she didn't think it was shameful for her to cuddle with Bai Zimo in such a large crowd, and occasionally passers-by would cast strange glances at her, and she could still wrap her arms around Bai Zimo's neck proudly Smiling brightly and proudly.

"Don't you really want to meet the sister who is fighting with Yue Liqing? Brother Mo will introduce her to you, okay?"

How could Zimo, who is as black as Bai Zimo, let Luo Ziyue leave so easily?
Taking advantage of Luo Ziyue's inattention, he quickly shifted the topic to her.

"Really? That's great. When I went out, I promised my father that I would bring that sister to my house as a guest!"

Ning Xin was so happy when she heard Bai Zimo's words that she almost jumped up from the ground.

However, she was nestled in Bai Zimo's arms at this moment, and she didn't seem to plan to leave.

Bai Zimo seemed to have gotten used to her soft-boned behavior of just wanting to hide in his arms, so he put his arms around her and said to Luo Ziyue, "This sister is the one who is going to compete with Yue Liqing soon. It's her senior brother!"

Ning Xin looked in the direction he pointed, and when she saw the mask on Luo Ziyue's face, she frowned slightly, "Sister, the mask on your face doesn't seem to be of good quality!"

"puff!"

Bai Zimo couldn't hold back for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud. Xin'er's focus of attention always seemed to be different from that of others.

Luo Ziyue stared at the innocent Ning Xin with black lines all over her head. Just when she was about to speak, she heard Ning Xin continue to say: "Sister, let me give you a mask! Take this mask to Yue Liqing, that bastard. The competition is too embarrassing!"

"Uh, no need!" Luo Ziyue stretched out her hand to caress the mask on her face, blinked at Song Wenqing, and seemed to ask again, is the mask on my face really difficult to take out?
Song Wenqing smashed his eyes innocently, expressing that he didn't understand.

"Sister, you don't have to be polite to me! Anyway, I don't need this mask with me, and I don't need to give it to my sister. Maybe it can help my sister!"

Ning Xin didn't care so much, and jumped off Bai Zimo's body.

Holding a mask in his hand, he stuffed it into Luo Ziyue's hand without even thinking about it, without giving her a chance to refuse.

"This……"

It was the first time for Luo Ziyue to meet such an enthusiastic person, and to give such an expensive gift for the first time. She lowered her head and looked at the mask in her hand, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

(End of this chapter)