"My Pearl Sister.【26nbsp;】"

This intimate sister really made Qiyin get goosebumps. She just thought about the plague god and quickly stayed away. She didn't stop and reached out to pick it up. But before she could pick it up, the cup of hot tea fell down. Qiyin flicked the tea cup reflexively, breathing a sigh of relief. Finally, she didn't burn herself, but heard a harsh scream.

The hot tea poured on Zhong Lingxiu as much as possible. Yan Weile quickly stepped forward and hugged her, and asked with concern: "Lingxiu, are you okay?"

"Brother Yan, I'm fine, don't blame Sister Mingzhu." As if he was trying hard to endure the pain, Zhong Lingxiu's eyes were filled with tears, and the water was mist and foggy, so weak that it made people feel pity. Everyone present turned their condemnation eyes to Qiyin.

Everyone watched the scene just now and was calculating. They were a little sympathetic to Zhuge Mingzhu, but they didn't expect that she was so inconsistent and had a narrow mind. If this cup of tea was poured on someone's face, it would not have ruined Zhong Lingxiu's beauty.

"Zhuge Mingzhu, you are too much." Yan Weile's cold eyes shot towards Qiyin. The tenderness he had just now disappeared, and the guilt he owed disappeared. Now he wanted to swallow Qiyin alive.

Qiyin sighed in her heart. No matter how affectionate he said, when he encountered Zhong Lingxiu's incident, his heart would always be biased. I am afraid that he would not know himself. Why should a person who could not tell who he loves to her? Such love is too hurtful.

After adjusting the hem of the skirt, Qiyin ignored his sharp gaze, put away all the casualness on her face, and left the seat, and an unprecedented determination emerged in her eyes. She walked closer to them, bent down to look at Zhong Lingxiu, who was slumped on the ground, staring at her eyes for a moment.

Zhong Lingxiu trembled inexplicably.

"What do you want?" Instinctively shrank her body. She felt her scalp numb, but she felt that Zhuge Mingzhu's eyes were too desireless and too clear? Or was this unsightly gaze that made people feel like they were stepping on the driftwood and didn't know what would happen next moment. If they fell down, they would feel like a deep abyss...

Yan Weile was more alert when she looked at her, afraid that Qiyin would attack in public.

Unexpectedly, with a squirting sound, Qiyin laughed. Such a laugh made people feel even more confusing and a little bit shy.

Is this Zhuge Mingzhu crazy?

It is a very common thing for men to have three wives and four concubines. Although it is a bit awkward to the Zhuge family when taking a concubine at this stage, the matter has come to this point. She is also a wealthy family. Why is she so ignorant of the slightest and insists on making trouble at this time? It will only make her husband's heart farther and farther away.

Qiyin raised her eyebrows slightly, stood up straight, and looked at the conversation around her, her face still not changing. Just as she was about to speak again, she heard a clear and joyful male voice sounding from the door.

"Are the Yan family doing wedding today?"

The man was wearing a dragon robe, with a tall figure but extremely delicate facial features, black eyebrows but not thick, clear eyes, slightly raised with a smile on the corners of his mouth, easy-going attitude, but his every move was full of royal majesty.

Qiyin's voice suddenly became silenced. Through him, he saw Xiao Jingchen behind Yun Huan. He was still sitting on the dragon throne in silence. Seeing her eyes coming, a gentle smile flashed through Xiao Jingchen's eyes.
Chapter completed!