Looking at Mo Ying's bulging mouth, Ning Si smiled.

"It turns out that you are jealous of that pink-faced scholar."

"Who is jealous of him? This kind of person has no strength to tie a chicken and even has trouble killing a chicken. For a person like you who loves game, he is not suitable for you at all! It's a pity that he has a pair of skillful hands.

He can rejuvenate himself with great skill, otherwise he would just be a face-sitter..."

There are three types of facial hair...

A professional professional has been upgraded from a low-level professional to a low-level professional. He has been favored by a certain customer and is no longer responsible for accepting customers. This is equivalent to being upgraded from a junior professional title to an intermediate professional title.

Amateur face-dresser, who was originally an unemployed vagrant, was spotted by a rich and powerful woman by chance. After a conversation, the price and service time limit were determined.

There is also a person who has a fixed career or a relatively respectable career, but that is just a cover, and the main occupation is appearance. This kind of person uses sweet words to attract a rich woman, and then "falls in love" with this woman.

This kind of person is one who takes the initiative and is willing to fall. He does not necessarily need to be handsome and powerful, but he only needs to be able to speak well and have a clever way of pursuing women.

At this time, Mo Ying blatantly used the word "face-shou" to describe him, which is enough to show that except for Sun Ao's medical skills, he has no merit...

"Mo Ying, actually you don't have to be so hurtful to him. I only mean to be a friend to him."

"You may be friends with him, but that doesn't mean he won't take you to heart."

"Are you mistaken? Who would be interested in me, a woman who has been repeatedly ravaged..."

Mo Ying stretched out her hand and clenched her fist.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

"Even Yushu Linfeng is interested in you, and he is not blind..."

"You really think highly of me..."

The sharp-eyed Ning Si saw the flower-like herbal package wrapped next to the carriage.

"You didn't do this, did you?"

Mo Ying reluctantly glanced at the herbal bag and kicked it with her foot, a look of disdain on her face.

"A grown man can wrap herbs as if they are flowers..."

"This is called carefulness..."

Seeing Ning Si smiling at a pack of herbs, Mo Ying's sour water ran directly into her mouth.

"It's just a few packets of herbal medicine. Does it make you so happy?"

"It's not just the herbs, but also his thoughts..."

Mo Ying suddenly came close to Ning Si's face and could clearly see the blood on her face and the joy in her bones.

This not only makes Mo Ying happy, but also makes her sad...

Has this girl really forgotten everything?

"Feng Ya'er, isn't it enough that you have my heart?"

"Mo Ying, who is your name?"

"Shouldn't you call me Brother Feng?"

Ning Si's brows grew tighter and tighter.

"Who is Brother Feng again?"

"Cruel Feng Ya'er, it seems you have really forgotten everything..."

The capital of the ancient country, the Palace of Prince Yan.

"Bang...bang..."

"Your Majesty, Yue'er, please don't fall again, okay?"

Li Yan waved his hand and pushed Yan Yue aside.

"Go away, I can do whatever I want. It's not your turn to teach me..."

Behind Yan Yue, Xiao Tao stood trembling, but her eyes were full of joy.

Many precious playthings in the palace were smashed to pieces by Li Yan.

These alone were not enough to calm the anger in his heart...

Why can this woman anger me again and again?
Chapter completed!