Kiss You, Sweetheart

The voice is also slow: "I don't know Miss Han, what's the surprise? Jiayan is the blood and bone of the Ming family. It seems that he has nothing to do with your Han family. "

Han Xiyuan was slightly stunned.

Just now Bo en obediently accompanied Bo Jiayan. She thought she was a bully and a lamb. She didn't expect to be so smart.

However, to cope with this sudden situation, Han Xiyuan was very relaxed, with a faint smile. She was not annoyed at all: "Miss Bo, this is not true. The return of the eldest prince can avoid a series of struggles caused by the royal family's fight for the throne, and even fraternity. Isn't it a pleasant thing?"

What she said only implied that Bo en was narrow-minded.

"Miss Han deserves to be a diplomat. She is eloquent." Bo en en also praised with a smile, but he delayed the sound of the word "sophistication" for a long time.

Han Xiyuan naturally understood the irony in Bo en en's words. At this time, the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and an official's wife came in. Han Xiyuan said nothing more.

The lady called them politely.

Han Xiyuan nodded back, and then went to pull Bo en en en's skirt. But Bo en would not accept her false favor any more. She dragged her skirt from her hand and said in a low voice, "don't bother Miss Han. It's a wide way. It's OK to drag her skirt."

The skirt slipped from Han Xiyuan's hands. At that time, she was half squatting. After Bo en dragged her skirt, she fell to the ground and knocked over a vase on the flower rack. With a bang, the vase fell to pieces on the marble floor.

Broken porcelain splashed, scratched Han Xiyuan's exposed calf, immediately exuded a trace of blood.

Han Xiyuan looked at Bo en in shock, and her voice trembled: "Miss Bo, even if you don't need my help, you won't..."

She can't go on, tears, extremely aggrieved.

The official's wife was about to enter the compartment. Hearing the movement, she quickly turned around and saw the blood on Han Xiyuan's leg. She screamed and came to help Han Xiyuan up.

"Oh, Miss Han, do you care?"

"I'm fine." Han Xiyuan is full of tears, but she doesn't let tears fall out of her eyes. That kind of appearance makes people feel pitiful.

Naturally, the official's wife is more familiar with Han Xiyuan, and has no feelings for Bo en'en.

She looked at Bo en en and said, "Miss Bo, it's wrong for you to do this. Miss Han is kind enough to help you wring your skirt. How can you push her? Although you are the girlfriend of his Highness the great prince, you can't hurt people like this. "

"Stop it, Mrs. pan. I'll take care of a little injury." Han Xiyuan pretended to pull this lady pan.

But she knew that Mrs. pan loved to fight against injustice, so she suddenly staged the play in front of her. Later, Mrs. pan will tell the monarch.

Kingdom K pays the most attention to etiquette, and Bo en's impression in the mind of the monarch is sure to plummet.

Bo en looked at Han Xiyuan, patted her hand slowly, and sneered coldly: "Miss Han, it's a pity that you don't play because of your good acting skills."

Han Xiyuan eyes wide open, surprised at Bo en en en, like a great insult: "you, you insult me."

"I'm praising you."

Bo en didn't know that the word "Xi Zi" is a derogatory term in the eyes of K people.