The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 120 The Disaster of His Highness's Pampering (14)

His complexion was extremely white, almost as bloodless as the unmelted snow on the eaves.

The man stood there, slender as jade, with the appearance of a cold and handsome young man.

His long eyelashes drooping slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and was extremely quiet.

Aunt Jiang looked familiar at that person, and after a while, she thought of who he was.

Cheng Muyou just came to the fourth prince's mansion. Although she knew that their master was His Highness the fourth prince, how could she have seen what the fourth prince looked like with her little transparency!

But even though he didn't know who the other party was, Cheng Muyou knew that he must be a big shot just by the noble and aloof clothes he was wearing.

Thinking of the outrageous things Aunt Jiang said just now, Cheng Muyou's heart skipped a beat.

It's over, the adult must have heard everything my sister-in-law said just now.

I don't know if this lord holds grudges.

Cheng Muyou was a little nervous, holding Aunt Jiang's collar, and said nothing, nervous.

Jiang Yu didn't expect to see Gu Shiyou here.It wasn't too much to continue eating melon seeds in front of Gu Shiyou, Jiang Yu silently stuffed the melon seeds back into her pocket.

But all the while, Aunt Jiang didn't look sideways, she didn't look at Shiyou much, as if she treated him like nothing.

Jiang Yu didn't forget that the original owner was killed by Gu Shiyou just because he looked at Gu Shiyou a few more times.

She just came here, and she didn't want to die so soon.

From what the little fat man said before, it seems that the task has not been completed and he cannot leave here yet.

The ancestors were not willing to do heavy work again and again.

Jiang Yu's sleeves were tightly held by Cheng Muyou, and the two walked towards Gu Shiyou swaggeringly.

Cheng Muyou was a little nervous, clutching Aunt Jiang's sleeve anxiously, sneaking glances at that person from time to time.

When passing by the other party, Cheng Muyou let go of the hand holding Aunt Jiang's sleeve, and saluted him tremblingly.

"Good afternoon, my lord."

Aunt Jiang, who originally planned to pretend she didn't see it and leave like this: "?"

The old ancestor twitched his mouth and looked helplessly at a certain timid girl.

Just this little courage, big mouse!
After Cheng Muyou saluted, she found that Mrs. Jiang hadn't moved, and became anxious, and secretly tugged Mrs. Jiang's sleeve.

What are you doing, why don't you hurry up and salute.

The guests who can come to the Fourth Prince's Mansion are not ordinary guests.

Aunt Jiang's sleeve was pulled by Cheng Muyou, so she had no choice but to salute reluctantly, "Good afternoon, Your Majesty."

Your Highness?

Cheng Muyou was stunned for a moment, with a blank expression.

Facing the beautiful and cold Highness, the slightly drooping long eyelashes were gently lifted up, revealing those gloomy and cold black eyes, which were pitch-black, as if covered by a thin layer of smoke, gently covered him.

Carved the other person's appearance into an incomparably gorgeous and beautiful face, as fierce and hostile as a ghost, but as cold and ascetic as a banished fairy.

Seeing the other party's dark eyes, Cheng Muyou's timid nature immediately lowered her head in fright.

Gu Shiyou's indifferent eyes fell on Jiang Yu's body, and he narrowed his long eyes, which were dark and gloomy.

At this time, a gust of cool wind blew over, and His Highness, the beautiful and frail beauty, frowned slightly.

He coughed twice, and lightly touched his lips with his smooth and beautiful hands like jade. His lips were dyed extremely bright red, and the sickly pale skin against them was extremely strange and monstrous in the dense night.

It was only then that Aunt Jiang noticed the opponent's hand.

(End of this chapter)