Yange's make-up is not magical, but people today don't expect Yange to be a woman.

Naturally, they will not pay special attention to it, they will only dismiss Yange, a man who likes to "sweep and wipe powder", and it is really a shame to the men.

Qijia Erlang is one of the people who suspected of abandoning songs.

Jigeji, who is very well versed in words, smiled, "Thanks for the praise."

The words fell on Qijia Dalang's body again: "The prince has a sweet-scented osmanthus cake which is the most favorite of Yun Dexuan. Zijun just went out and bought two copies."

She dangled the snack bag in her hand, like a gossip, and sighed: "That beautiful Ji has a bad stomach and is very picky. She is very gloomy in the day, but she is beautiful but very delicate. Alas, she is as gentle as a prince. Only benevolent people can tolerate such a beautiful lady. "

As soon as she said this, Qijia Erlang's face became flushed. He stared at the song, squeezed his fingers, and just about to open his mouth. Qijia Dalang already said, "I heard that Mr. Zijun handed over the post. , What's it like to stand at the door?

Singing and laughing: "But disrespectful."

Qijia Erlang was also going to follow the door, but he paused for a moment when Qijia Dalang glanced.

He stared at Yan Ge's back. Although he was unwilling, he didn't dare to follow Qi Jia Dalang and Yan Ge, but went to the tea room to wait after entering the door.

From the door to the flower hall, this road is silent to each other.

I have to say that Yange still admires Qi Jiadalang's stability.

After all, most people will definitely ask her some questions on this way.

But when he entered the flower hall, Yange changed his image of Dalang's "steadiness" instantly.

The guy waited for the next person to send tea to close the door, then suddenly got up and rushed to the song.

Fortunately, the two were sitting far away. Although Yan Ge had no force, she was alert, hurriedly evaded, and sternly asked Qi Jiadalang: "General, why are you here?"

Qi Jia Dalang couldn't make a hit, and he bullied himself again, forcing Yange to the side of Liangzhu, raising his feet to Yange's legs, and reaching out to pinch the neck of Yange who was about to fall.

Yange: ... There is a mmp who doesn't know when to speak or not.

"Is she asking you to come, or is the Prince asking you to come?" Qi Jia Dalang raised his head higher than Yange. He persecuted Yange like this, it was like a small hill covering him.

What's more, his energy is not light at all, and Yange has the illusion of being strangled by him.

Listening to his questioning, Yan Ge suddenly felt funny, she stared at him, clearly his eyes were as sharp as a hawk-eye, but Yan Ge was not half afraid.

She relieved her breath, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What about her? What about the Prince?"

Her neck was pinched by him, her toes were almost off the ground, and her throat was out of breath. That's what she tried to get out of the neck.

After all, losers can't lose.

But after Qijia Dalang's fingers rubbed around Yange's neck for a moment, his hands loosened, and Yange's feet finally fell to the ground.

Although he was still pinching Yange's neck, anyway, he didn't work so hard.

He lowered his head and stared at Yange: "She's in Prince's House, how's it going?"

I really do n’t remember the host, it ’s ironic. If I remember, why did n’t it appear from beginning to end?

Yan Ge wanted to laugh twice, but one cough was a cough.

She coughed a few times before she looked up and regained her momentum to meet his gaze: "Prince is gentle and kind, how could she be bad in Prince Edward?"