High-priced businesswoman: Princess does not compete for favor

Chapter 322 Are You Very Expensive? 6
Su Defu glanced at Jian Jia, remembering the meaning of her grandfather naming her Dove.

Dove, referring to Defu, grandpa hopes that she will have someone who loves her and loves her in the future, someone who can take good care of her for the rest of her life.

But now, such a name with beautiful meanings is being said like this by Yi Qingcheng, how can she not be angry.

Jian Jia saw that Su Defu's face was very ugly, and she was very anxious.

"Miss, we don't need to pay attention to what they say, as long as we understand the truth."

"Shut up, don't you think I'm not annoying enough now?"

"I'm sorry, it's the slave who talks too much."

Jian Jia hurriedly stepped aside and closed her mouth. She knew that the young lady was really angry at this moment, she understood, and she would not say anything more.

Murong Xianchen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Su Defu and Jian Jia at the foot of the stone steps.

"She's really fierce, she actually lost her temper."

Yan Qingcheng glanced at Murong Xianchen and said, "You don't know that, she must have vented her anger on the servant because the name of the maid next to her is better than her own."

"If you put it that way, it really is true. The name Jian Jia is so poetic, and it is indeed much better than the name of the pastry."

"You guys." Su Defu was so angry that she couldn't speak when she saw Yan Qingcheng and Murong Xianchen talking to each other and teasing her.

"Do you remember that poem?"

Murong Xianchen looked at Qing Qingcheng with beautiful eyes, and knew what she meant, and said with a smile.

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water. If you follow it back, the road is long and obstructed. If you follow it back, you will be in the middle of the water.

Jiajia 萋萋, white dew is not Xi.The so-called Iraqi people are in the Mae on the water.Following it retrospectively, the road hinders and ranks among them.Traveling back from there, I am in the water.

The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished.The so-called Yi people are in the water.Go back from the road, resistance and right.From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water. "

After Murong Xianchen finished reading, Yan Qingcheng clapped her hands. Yulu and Xueyuan didn't know what Miss meant, so they also clapped their hands.

Yan Qingcheng hooked her thin lips, and continued, "It really is a good poem. Although this poem is about missing a young girl, it will be more artistic after adding Jian Jia."

"Yes, yes, I think so too." Murong Xianchen immediately said in agreement.

Everyone was confused. Although they had never heard of this poem, they felt that what Yan Qingcheng and Murong Xianchen said made some sense.

Under the stone steps, Jian Jia, who was already trembling in fear, immediately knelt down on her knees in fright after hearing the poem Murong Xianchen read just now.

"Miss, it's all the servant's fault, it's all the servant's fault."

Seeing Jian Jia like this, Su Defu frowned, and she is not to blame for this matter, did she give her name by herself?
Although I knew in my heart that I didn't blame Jian Jia, but I couldn't accept it in face.

She would not allow a servant's name to be higher than her own, but her grandfather personally chose her name, so she couldn't change it casually.

Su Defu frowned, looked at Jian Jia who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "From today onwards, you will be called Xiaocao."

"Miss Xie, Xiaocao, Miss Xie gave me the name."

"Okay, get up."

Hearing what Su Defu and Jian Jia said, Yan Qingcheng and the others on the stone steps sneered.

Well, Su Defu is really a superficial woman. Just because she made fun of her name, she changed the name of the servant to a name that was even more unworthy of her name.

At least she is still the name of Guigui's pastry, and the maid is the name of the weeds that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. All she can say is "hehe" to her.

　There was a backstage convulsion, the article I wrote was swallowed, and I wrote it again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)