Someone rubbed his head with his hands in frustration.
Upon hearing this voice, Rou'er's eyes lit up, then she broke away from Yingying's hand with a smile and ran towards the pavilion.
However, she had just run to the pavilion and had not yet stepped in.
"Rou'er, you're not young anymore, why are you not sensible at all?" The handsome man sitting on the stone bench had a tense face, without any expression on his face.
There was a trace of anger in the dark eyes.
Rou'er's steps stopped abruptly, "Daddy, he has never spoken to her in this tone. Is he scolding her?"
Could it be that she really disturbed her father this time? So she made him unhappy?
Her small and red lips bent downwards in grievance, and her beautiful eyes looked pitifully at the man in front of her.
The woman sitting opposite him also turned her head at this time, her eyes falling on her face.
Only then did Rouer see her face clearly.
I saw that her skin color was as delicate as white porcelain, and her facial features were particularly delicate and beautiful.
It is true that hibiscus is the face and willow is the eyebrow, the moon is the soul, and the flower is the bone.
The eyebrows are filled with all kinds of charm and charm.
The crescent-moon-like corners of his eyes are flirtatious and provocative.
Although she was so beautiful, two words suddenly appeared in Rou'er's mind: "Fairy!"
This woman really looks like a fairy, a naturally charming fairy!
Of course, she is also the kind of woman that men cannot refuse!
Rou'er was stunned for a moment. She had seen many women around her beautiful father, beautiful, delicate, sweet, and coquettish.
But I have never seen anything like this, so beautiful, so charming and seductive all at the same time.
But, strangely enough, she didn't like this woman at all, or the aura she exuded.
At this time, the woman smiled softly, arched her eyebrows, and said softly: "The moon is as bright as the wind, is she your daughter?"