"I...I...I, it's me!" Hu Ling'er leaned forward, squinting and sneering.
The visitor was none other than Tian Haoran, who was pulled off his horse by her on the street that day.
Looking at her appearance, Tian Haoran remembered the humiliation he suffered in front of everyone that day, and wanted to strangle her to death, but looking at the people behind her, one of them was the man who stopped his horse with his bare hands that day.
And that woman, I guess she must be the right minister's wife.
Naturally, he neither dared nor could offend him.
Turning his eyes, he suddenly smiled and said: "It turns out to be Miss Mu Er." After saying that, he turned to Zhou Qingrou and said humbly: "This must be the right minister's wife. My nephew's domestic slave knows people with dog eyes.
I apologize for offending my wife and young lady."
Zhou Qingrou glanced at him indifferently, and was about to speak when she heard him say again: "Meeting is fate, why don't we let my nephew act as host today and make amends to my wife and young lady?"
Hu Ling'er glanced at her mouth and was about to reply when a flash of purple flashed around the corner of her eyes. She immediately rolled her eyes and said, "Mr. Tian Er, are you inviting me to dinner?"
Tian Haoran's mouth twitched slightly, and he said bravely: "Yes, I wonder if Miss can give me a favor."
I thought that since he was so humble, this person should know how to recognize faces, but Hu Ling'er tilted her head as if in embarrassment, and then said unceremoniously: "Of course not!"
As soon as these words came out, Tian Haoran's expression changed, "Why not?"
"Because you don't deserve it." Hu Ling'er said matter-of-factly.
Tian Haoran couldn't hold on to his face anymore and said angrily: "Mu Wanru, I only spoke kindly to you for the sake of your right prime minister. Don't go too far!"
"I don't care." Hu Ling'er snorted and rolled her eyes at him with disdain: "Don't you know? I will soon become Princess Han, how can I dine with a man casually? You do this
, it is clear that you have ulterior motives, do you want to alienate my relationship with the king?"
Tian Haoran almost rolled his eyes at this unnecessary accusation, and suddenly said without hesitation: "Oh, who is Prince Han? A little prince with a foreign surname, who is sick, blind, and a useless person."
"Pa!" As soon as Tian Haoran finished speaking, Hu Ling'er's expression changed, and he slapped Hu Ling'er, who had always been smiling.
That sound was loud.
"Master!" When the two attendants saw that their master had been beaten, they quickly stood in front of Tian Haoran. Min Mo, who had been silent all this time, also stepped forward to protect the angry Hu Ling'er behind him.
Hu Linger's speed was so fast that Tian Haoran had no time to react. By the time he reacted, his cheeks were already sore.
Last time it hurt from a fall, but this time it was a slap. Why was it always his face that got hurt?
Tian Haoran covered his burning cheeks and said viciously: "You dare to hit me?"
"You have such a mean mouth, a slap in the face will be an advantage for you." Hu Ling'er was angry.
Although she was the one who started the topic, when she heard Tian Haoran insulting Xia Yihan, she lost her temper. By the time she realized it, she had already taken action.
Others didn't think anything of it, but Hu Ling'er knew that this reaction was extremely abnormal. Why was she so angry? Is it just because Xia Yihan is her future husband?
It seems...isn't it that simple?
"Bah, you really are a bitch and a loser. You haven't even married yet and you have to stand up for others. So what if I say so? He Xia Yihan is not even qualified to carry my father's shoes!"
"Really?" Following Tian Haoran's voice, a cold voice came over, making him tremble all over and his body seemed to freeze.
"I don't know that I still have this ability. I will pay a visit to General Tian someday and ask him for advice personally." The faint voice sounded again, and Tian Haoran turned around suddenly and saw the man standing behind him.
.
With a charming face in a purple robe and a charming smile, who is this person if he is not Wang Nahan and Xia Yihan?
"Han...King Han?" The cold air hit his face, and Tian Haoran felt that his feet were trembling.
In fact, it is not just him, everyone who has met Xia Yihan has this feeling, so they all think that he is a sinister person, and the name of Sick Yangzi has become more and more popular.
"Ahem..." Xia Yihan was supported by his attendants, coughing lightly as he walked in front of several people. With his pale face and weak look, he was clearly a sick man.
He didn't talk to Tian Haoran anymore, but just searched for a while, and then said: "Are the madam and young lady here?"
After seeing him, Hu Ling'er's expression softened immediately. She didn't have the strong aura she had when she just hit him. She lowered her head and said shyly: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Zhou Qingrou also responded: "Prince Han, it's us."
Xia Yihan nodded, and then said: "Second Master Tian, can you give this private room to me?"
"Ah?" Tian Haoran finally recovered from the coldness all over his body and said quickly: "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you anymore and I will leave first."
After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
Seeing Tian Haoran running away, Hu Ling'er almost laughed out loud, but since Xia Yihan was still there, she could only hold it back.
Xia Yihan groped forward and passed by Hu Ling'er, then went straight into the private room.
Is he going to invite them to dinner?
Hu Ling'er moved and was about to follow her, but she heard Xia Yihan say: "Madam, Miss, I'm so sorry. I have important guests to entertain, and I can't invite them today."
…
Hu Linger's steps stopped abruptly, and she watched helplessly as Xia Yihan stepped into the private room and closed the door.
"This...what is this?" Hu Ling'er pointed at the closed door with a look of disbelief on her face.
Zhou Qingrou sighed softly, then took her hand and said softly: "Son, let's change to another room."
"I..." Hu Ling'er wanted to say something else, but when she saw Zhou Qingrou's worried eyes, she endured it, waved her fist at the door, and muttered: "Hmph, good women don't fight with evil men.
The seventh update is here, and there are three more to come in the evening. When the website is being revised, there don’t seem to be many readers who read the article, and there aren’t any comments about Wenwen. Yaoer’s writing is really weak. Alas...