Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

"Miss, Miss, you are a slave," said a man in a yellow shirt with a skirt, anxiously chasing the person in front, calling.

The powdered woman took the purse in her hand and squeezed into the crowd.

"The girl doesn't believe it. Who else can stop me from seeing the little prince?"

Her appearance is very beautiful, a pair of apricot eyes is very beautiful, coupled with the beauty of the tip, is considered to be outstanding among many girls.

The powder girl's temper is very hot, and naturally she will soon be able to break through.

This can be a bitter for her, and she is tired and breathless at the back. "Miss, Miss, you are slow, the slaves can't keep up."

"You are not going to be faster. If you delay me to see the little prince, I will ask you." After the woman finished the sentence, she squeezed to the top.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and found out that the little prince had not yet arrived.

The powder girl sniffed the purse and her cheeks were red.

You know, this purse is filled with her carefully selected dried flowers, which are unique and make people linger.

If Xiao Wangye got this purse, she would be attracted to her.

"Hey, who is the little son on the other side of the restaurant, who is so handsome, doesn't know which one?" There was a shocking and surprised voice.

The powder-coated woman couldn't help but look at his gaze, and then stood still.

The second floor of the tea house, open window, you can see that there are several men in the taste of tea.

Some of them seem to have been attracted by this excitement, and they are looking towards the following.

One of the white robes, the young man, was only tied with a hair band, and his eyes were narrow and his face was like jade.

The breeze blew, and he squinted his eyes, not knowing what he saw, and his lips faintly smiled.

The glory of the generation is amazing.

"Oh." The woman in the pink dress only heard the sound of her throat.

"Miss, Miss." He finally caught up with her own lady, and she panted. "You can get tired of slaves."

Seeing Miss ignore her, he said strangely, "Miss, what are you looking at?"

The powdered woman wiped her lips. "Don't talk to me."

Seeing the little prince riding the horse appeared in the line of sight, could not help but slightly rounded his eyes, only to find his own voice, "Miss, little prince."

Miss Nai still ignores people.

I had to pull her next door. "Miss, Xiao Wang Ye came, throw the purse."

The woman in the powder coat was willing to look away and waved her hand. "What purse?"

I only think that my own lady is stupid. "You have to give the little king's purse."

The girl in the powder coat reacted. "No delivery."

I want to cry without tears. "Miss, haven't you been looking forward to this day?"

"This lady is now changing her mind." The girl in the pink dress said, "I want to give it to someone I like."

Hey, "???"

Isn't your favorite prince?

Taking advantage of the carefully prepared purse, the woman in the pink dress stared at the little son on the other side of the tea house.

With the sound of screaming, suddenly, a vigorous collision came from behind her.

At the same time as the girl in the powder coat fell, the purse in her hand also showed a parabolic arc, which fell perfectly in the arms of the rider.

"Miss, you are fine." Panicly lifted the woman on the ground.

"The purse, my purse." The woman in the pink shirt shouted.

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