"If you are happy, be happy, you... why are you always like this? I won't play with you!" Su Ying didn't know how to express her grief and anger in her heart. Her bellyband was made by Hongbo for her, and the fabric was next to her. soft. Ye Feibai's apron has been torn recently. How can she tell Hongbo about this.

Su Ying used some strength to push Ye Feibai aside, and she turned inside and shrank into the corner.

Ye Feibai brought her back in a hurry, with a smile on her lips, and a series of kisses fell on her ear, with a flattering tone: "Ying'er, don't be angry, I will pay attention next time."

"I'm not going to make clothes for you!"

"you dare?"

"I'm in a bad mood, so I have no inspiration."

"In a bad mood? Do you think this king is not taking care of you?" Ye Feibai's perfect lips curled up with a beautiful curve, and his slender fingers crawled onto her waist and kneaded slowly. Su Ying only felt that he pressed herself very comfortably, her body gradually softened.

Ye Feibai felt Su Ying's softness, and turned the whole person over to face him. His eyebrows were raised, and there was a hint of interest on his lips: "Are you in a better mood now?"

Su Ying's white face was flushed, and she didn't know how to answer: "You..."

"Do you still make clothes for this king?"

"Well!"

Ye Feibai's hands seemed to be magical, and Su Ying only felt that the places he had visited were all numb.

Ye Feibai sighed, biting Su Ying’s lips and said vaguely: "I have only met you until now, you have only given me two purses, and finally I hope you will give me a piece of clothing. Disagree?"

"You have so many clothes, it is rare for me to send you?"

"Naturally, wait for Ying'er to give me clothes in the future, and I will wear them every day."

"I won't give you clothes, see how you wear them every day?"

"Oh...no?" Ye Feibai dragged his voice longer, and a wicked smile appeared in his eyes.

Su Ying understood his expression at once, and did not dare to compete with him anymore: "It's alright, I'll give it to you, I'll give you a lot of clothes!"

"It's too late now!"

In the end, Su Ying was pressed on the bed by Ye Feibai, and was severely ravaged.

After Su Ying fell asleep, Ye Feibai looked at her sleepy eyes, his heart was warm and satisfied, his shadow was the best, and those people were so upset that he wanted to clean up all of them.

Ye Feibai went out to recruit Ling Feng, and said a few words to him, Ling Feng knew now: "Subordinates will never forget what the prince entrusted."

Su Mansion.

Su Luan was sleeping soundly, dreaming, and suddenly felt something cold against her neck.

Su Luan was awakened from the dream.

The room was dark, and only a black shadow stood in front of her. She didn't really see the person's face, but he could judge that this person was a man.

"You, who are you?" Su Luan was so scared that she almost screamed.

"Shut up!" Ling Feng said in a gloomy voice, his long sword used a bit of strength.

Su Luan had a car on her neck, and she was silent. She was shaking so badly, but she didn't dare to move.

Ling Feng looked at the woman in the dark, his eyes half-squinted: "Miss Su San, there are two paths for you now, you can choose one of them."

The more Su Luan thought about it, the more familiar this voice became: "What do you want to do?"

Ling Feng didn't answer her at all, and went on to say: "First, promise the marriage tomorrow!"

Su Luan looked puzzled: "What is the marriage?"

"You'll know tomorrow." Ling Feng continued: "The other way is ruin."

Seeing that this person didn't really hurt herself, Su Luan was a little bolder. She frowned and said coldly: "Who are you, don't threaten this lady!"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "I want to come to Miss Su San because I am oblivious. Don't you remember what happened at the Great Buddha Temple before? Oh, let me remind you again, Miss Su San was broken and innocent..."

The blood on Su Luan's face seemed to be taken away all at once, how could other people know such private things.

Su Luan almost jumped forward, trying to scratch Lingfeng's face.

She didn't care about anything: "Shut up, there is nothing at all."

Ling Feng sneered: "That person is in my hands now..."

Ling Feng took the knife, and the figure quickly disappeared like a ghost. Before he left, he left a sentence: "Should this matter be spread, please ask Miss Su to weigh it yourself."

Su Luan only realized that at this time, this person was the person next to Duke Huai! She was stunned at this moment, if she was ruined and innocent, she would not be able to raise her head for the rest of her life. Daddy loves face the most, I'm afraid she won't even have a chance to gain a foothold in this family.

This incident, she thought it would pass like this, she even deceived herself that it was a dream.

But now, to be mentioned in such a fair manner, it must be the ghost of Su Ying that bitch!

Su Luan covered her face with her hands and was crying.

Early the next morning, a lady came to the door, and Mrs. Yang, who came to propose a marriage, was also a little shameless in the capital.

When Su Luan got the news, she hurried over and hid at the door to listen.

"What? You let my Luan'er marry this kind of person?" Madam Su's face flushed when she heard Madam Yang's marriage. She subconsciously slapped her hand on the table, her beautiful eyes opened in anger, and the tea cup on it bounced, making a rustling sound, "Absolutely impossible."

Mrs. Su thought more and more angry, as if she had been insulted: "My Luan'er is the three daughters of Xiangfu, both in appearance and temperament, she is outstanding. She was a young girl in fine clothes and food, and she was loved by me. If you want to choose a husband and son, you must be a dragon and a phoenix! You have chosen such a family for me. Are you really crazy?"

Madam Su was panting roughly, her chest undulating violently, and she pointed her finger outside: "You go, you can go right away!"

Madam Yang glanced at Madam Su, but she was calm. She remembered that a man had talked to her last night, she took a sip of tea slowly, but she sneered in her heart.

The three daughters of the Xiangfu are no longer a big girl, what kind of costume is still pretending?

Mrs. Yang put down the tea cup: "Mrs. Su, don't rush to refuse. Ask your daughter about this matter and see if she is willing to marry."

Madam Su looked at her angrily: "How could my daughter agree to marry such a person? You are joking!"

"Mrs. Su, please invite Miss Su San to come over and ask in person, otherwise, what if you regret it?"

Mrs. Su frowned: "Come here, go and invite Miss." <!--