The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Under the light, a girl in a fancy dress stood in the center, her skin was as fair as an egg that had just been peeled off.

At this moment, she smiled like a flower, and the breath around her body was sweet and greasy, but the people present did not dare to have the slightest evil thoughts in their hearts.

After all... the skill of the movement just now is terrifying!

The big words "Femme fatale" popped up in everyone's mind.

"Yingbao, does your hand hurt?"

Rong Luyuan's deep eyes flashed with ripples, and he picked up her small hand and placed it in his big palm to examine it carefully.

His cold hands caressed her skin, not letting go of every inch, for fear of missing a wound.

"A Yuan, my hand does hurt a little bit. It's sore. His bones are too hard."

The girl who had just killed her decisively changed her face, muttering aggrievedly with red lips and acting like a spoiled child.

The huge transformation made people shudder, but the man who was coquettishly enjoyed it and enjoyed it extremely.

"Yingbao, I'll rub it for you, it won't hurt after a while."

Rong Luyuan held Mu Changying's little hand and squeezed it gently, as if he was afraid of breaking the treasure on the apex of his heart.

The hostility around him did not diminish one bit, but he made such a shocking action.

Some people present even wondered if he had been caught by a ghost, otherwise how could this happen?

Mrs. Rong watched the two of them keep nodding, and Shang Qingming's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

Not bad, the second child will love his daughter-in-law very much.

Rubbing his hands in front of so many people stabilized his position in the palace.

In this way, other savage men who spy on the nephew will have to weigh whether they are enough.

After half a day.

Mu Changying pulled out her small hand, "A Yuan, you don't need to continue rubbing, the pain is gone."

The warm and soft little hand left, and the residual warmth that belonged to her remained in the palm of her hand.

Rong Lianyuan rubbed his fingers and set his eyes on Jin Tuye's body.

Gentleness no longer existed, violence swept over, and the suffocating energy all over his body made his heart tremble.

"Housekeeper, take him to the pool to calm down."

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Everyone who came to the banquet passed by the garden of Rong Mansion.

The pool was very clear, and it was obvious that someone was taking care of it frequently.

Although it is the height of summer, but an injured person is thrown into the pool, the wound will definitely deteriorate seriously.

Jin Tuye's face was flustered, and his heart was in his throat.

He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the anxiety in his heart.

"You... Second Master, don't deceive people too much! I'm the eldest young master of the Jin family, the heir of the iron-clad clan, if I have three strengths and two weaknesses, my family will not give up!"

Hearing a lot of nonsense, Rong Luyuan's eyes showed a trace of impatience, and his face was gloomy.

His voice increased, "Steward Lin."

"Yes, Second Master."

Bai Mo went to deal with other important matters, and these matters were temporarily placed on Butler Lin.

He stepped forward, his expression unchanged, and greeted the well-trained bodyguards to grab Jin Tuye's hands and drag him away.

"Master Jin, I'm offended."

"You...you all let me go..."

Jin was struggling to quit his job, but his arm was dislocated, and his resistance was completely ineffective.

He was dragged away from the hall and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"..."

The movements of Gu Qingyun's hands paused for a moment.

The miserable scream finally stopped lingering in her ears, and she let out a soft breath.

Without a trace of guilt in his eyes, he continued to deal with the medicinal materials, as if the person just now had nothing to do with her.