“Miss Yuan, you are too beautiful, I am not good enough for you, let’s divorce the engagement.”
In April in Pingcheng, spring is late.
A couple of men and women stood on the pavilion near the lake in Rongyuan Hou Mansion.
Yuan Changhuan squinted his eyes, listened to the straight and straight man’s declaration of resignation, and replied quietly: “Is it my fault for being beautiful?”
The wind blows, and the embroidered skirt of the speaking woman flutters, revealing her slender waist without a doubt, but the three inches of fullness on her waist is also impressive.
Further up, there is a beautiful, charming and lively face.
“I don’t blame you for being beautiful, but it’s your fault to go out and show your face. A few days ago, I saw you swimming in the lake in the north of the city.”
Fu Zhuo raised his eyes indignantly, and what he saw was Yuan Changhuan’s pair of peach blossom eyes, which were full of attractive spring colors.
I felt more confident, and pointed at Yuan Changhuan: “Look at you, you are always seducing people, and even if you have a fiancé, you go out to make trouble. Who would dare to marry you if you are serious? Regardless of whether you agree or not, my Fu family has withdrawn!”
It’s rare for this nerd to get tough.
Yuan Changhuan, who was born to her, was not frightened, and sneered, “Retire, who do you think you are? Beauty, I don’t want to be a widow early.”
The venomous and mean words spit out from those bright red lips.
“You, are you what a woman should say! What’s the use of being beautiful, virtuous and virtuous are the foundation of a woman!”
Hearing Fu Juo’s angry words, Yuan Changhuan’s expression remained unchanged, his already beautiful face froze slightly, and he sneered, “It’s up to you, how dare you tell me what a girl is? Do you have root?”
Yuan Changhuan squinted at him lazily, his enchanting eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, full of irony.
Suddenly angry, Fu Zhuo blushed to the base of his neck, as if he had seen a ghost, he backed away suddenly, “You… you, you are shameless!”
“Retire today, just wait and see!”
He trembled and left a sentence, turned around and fled.
Looking at his staggering back, Yuan Chang laughed happily.
Then he took out a small bronze mirror from the jade belt around his waist, and took a picture in front of the bronze mirror. Without touching it, his red lips were slightly raised, “Oh, how dare you despise this girl’s beauty just like that.”
“This girl’s beauty and connotation are beyond the appreciation of ordinary people!”
Miss Yuan, who was divorced for the seventh time because of her beauty, finished pitying herself, and walked slowly along the Qingshi path.
As soon as he took a step, a clear and pleasant laughter suddenly sounded in his ears.
Miss Yuan froze, and her heart was turbulent.
The shameful side just now was seen by others!
Turn around stiffly.
The peach blossoms on both sides are scattered, fascinated by the eyes.
From the depths of the peach blossoms, a person walked out, with an elegant figure, and his steps were as slow as a leisurely stroll in the garden. The closer he got, the more Yuan Changhuan could see his appearance clearly.
Black hair splashed with ink, skin as white as jade, and a handsome and picturesque face, just like the work of a craftsman. Those phoenix eyes, slightly curved, dyed all the mystery and elegance in the world.
Under the sun, the suet white jade hairpin exudes a warm light.
Yuan Changhuan felt a sense of suffocation coming to his face.
It’s actually a thank you!
In the previous life, above ten thousand people, with power in the court and the public, the emperor respected by the emperor thank you!
Oh, no, now he is only the eldest son of Prince Yu’s Mansion.
“Xie Shizi…”
Yuan Changhuan sorted out his thoughts in a moment, this is a golden thigh, if he hugged it, wouldn’t this life be safe and worry-free.
Just think about it.
Looking at the glamorous woman in front of her with a smile, her brows and eyes glowing brightly, Xie Ci uncontrollably cast his eyes on her fingers caressing her temple hair.
The fibrous hand is like a green onion root.
Xie Ci frowned, and laughed softly, “Miss Yuan is unparalleled in beauty, and she is so beautiful, it is indeed because the son just now has poor eyesight.”