The prince's backyard is on fire: the story of dragging the princess and fighting the husband

Chapter 70
Wu Mei was even more angry when she heard that, her grandma actually married a twenty-five-year-old wife!

Are you fucking going to catch up with the emperor in the palace?I don't know if he is usually busy enough to come here?

Young Master Murong walked in front of Wu Mei, stood there, gently waving his fan, and did not speak.

It's just a pair of eyes wandering around Wu Mei's body, seeing the feet from the face, and seeing the face from the feet.

In the end, his lewd eyes finally stopped on Wu Mei's towering chest, and he became even more greedy.

A man who looked like a servant stepped forward, put his hands on his hips, and said: "Hey, girl, our young master wants these things of yours, and the ingot of silver is for you."

Wu Mei glanced at him, said with a sneer, "That's too much money, our embroidery is not worth that money, you'd better take it back."

The servant said with a smile: "It's okay, the most important thing our young master lacks is money, so you can take it, little lady."

"We don't accept your kindness for nothing, you don't lack money, and we don't lack this bit of backbone."

As Wu Mei said, she kicked the silver on the ground into the air, and landed right in front of the servant.

Then, she squatted down again and reached out to clean up the embroidery on the ground.

Fortunately, they are almost sold out, and there are only a few handkerchiefs left.

Xiaoxue was also frightened by this posture, so she hurried over to help Meimei clean up.

"Hey, you little girl, don't toast or eat fine wine, let me tell you, our young master is a well-known son in the capital, it's your luck that a country girl like you is attracted by our son, It’s because your ancestor’s grave was buried well, and now it’s smoking.”

The servant continued to chatter, buzzing like a fly, very annoying.

Xiaoxue showed some panic on her face, she pulled Wu Mei and said, "Sister, let's go."

Wu Mei said contemptuously: "Don't be afraid, such a person is probably useless."

He looked at the Mr. Murong who was pretending to be elegant, and said: "Hmph, what kind of Mr., I think he is just a rascal, right?"

(End of this chapter)