The regent's little Jiaojiao is so troublesome

Chapter 169 Okay, I Pay
With great force, Bai Yingying was overturned and fell into a nearby puddle.

Wang Song hurried over and shouted anxiously, "Ancestor, are you okay?"

Bai Yingying's whole body was drenched, she looked like a drowned rat.

She gritted her teeth in anger, it really was the luck of the cannon fodder female supporting role, she went out to do some errands, and even encountered a heavy rainstorm.

That's not enough, but the death-killing speed car was sent to take her life?

She got up from the ground in embarrassment, and in a very unhappy mood, she pointed at the carriage and cursed loudly: "Can you drive a car? Do you know if you hit someone? Get the hell out of me! You dare to hit and run, you Believe it or not, I drew a circle and cursed you, cursing you to choke to death when eating, to fall to death when going out..."

Inside the carriage, Bei Chenyue was taking a nap with his eyes closed, when he suddenly heard shouting and cursing mixed with the sound of rain behind him.

The scolding sound was as clear as a silver bell, pleasant to the ear, and extremely penetrating.

He had never heard of that woman who could swear so funny and nicely.

The corners of Bei Chenyue's lips curled up slightly. It seemed that the people of Southern Chu were quite tough, unlike the "Southern beauties are so gentle" he had heard before.

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car: "Qing Mo, stop the car."

Qing Mo agreed and stopped the carriage, "My lord, what's the matter?"

"Looks like I hit someone."

Bei Chen got out of the car with an umbrella and walked towards Bai Yingying.

Bai Yingying was cursing vigorously when she saw the carriage in front of her stop suddenly, and a tall figure stepped down from the carriage.

She covered her forehead with her hands, squinted her eyes, and saw that the man was wearing a dark green shirt, and the umbrella in his hand was a big red peony pattern.

Damn, red and green, this taste is really unique.

Bai Yingying couldn't help complaining in her heart.

In a blink of an eye, Bei Chenyue had already walked in front of her, and brought the red peony umbrella in his hand to cover her head.

"Sorry, my coachman didn't see you just now. How are you? Are you not hurt?"

His voice was slightly low, with a magnetic and pleasant sound that pleasing to the eardrums.

It is very similar to the voice of a man singing a love song in reality, so touching.

Bai Yingying raised her head subconsciously. Under the dim sky, she could still see the man's face clearly.

He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a diamond-shaped face and very fair skin.

His sword eyebrows are slender and straight, the bridge of his nose is straight and straight, his lips are also beautifully shaped, and his whole person exudes a smooth and romantic charm.

On his right forehead, long hair hangs down, coupled with a pair of smiling fox eyes, giving people a free and unrestrained feeling.

When Bai Yingying looked at him, he was also looking at her.

The girl in front of her is really special, her head is tied in a man's bun, and streaks of black ink are criss-crossed on her face.

The ink was washed away by the rain, revealing the white and delicate skin, which was in sharp contrast with the remaining ink.

Her eyes are very bright, as if there are stars hidden in them, with a different kind of charm.

She was also wearing men's clothing. If it wasn't for the rain that revealed her graceful figure, he might not have noticed that she was a woman disguised as a man.

Bai Yingying looked at his smiling face and felt very upset.

I was knocked into a puddle by you, and you can still laugh!
She frowned slightly: "I was knocked down by your carriage, no matter whether I was injured or not, you should compensate me."

Bei Chenyue had a smile on his face, and his attitude was very gentle: "Okay, I will pay.

However, it seems a bit inappropriate for us to stand in the rain and talk about compensation.

How about this, you get in the car with me first, and I'll take you home in a while, and on the way home, let's talk about compensation slowly. "

(End of this chapter)