The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 136 The Disaster of His Highness's Pampering (30)

She then smiled slightly with curved lips, the delicate and beautiful girl had a timid spring look, "I'm sorry for the trouble, Mommy Zhao."

When the girl spoke, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she didn't look at Mama Zhao.

Shy and charming, it's like a knife that kills people.

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Ever since Gu Shiyou asked Concubine Jiang to leave in the morning, Gu Shiyou hadn't seen Concubine Jiang since the end of the day.

At dinner time in the evening, the servants who were serving next to him held their breath and did not dare to move, not even anyone who looked up to peek at Gu Shiyou's expression.

All the people swallowed silently. In the cold winter, the suffocating and oppressive feeling had already made their backs start to sweat.

I don't know what happened today, but since we had lunch at noon, His Highness seems to be in a bad mood suddenly.

The breath was frightening and low, cold, as if it was even more frightening than before.

In front of the table, a young man wearing a dark green cloak sat there without saying a word. The snow-white down of the cloak surrounded the youth's flawless and delicate face.

The dark purple long gown was cold and luxurious. He raised his hands slightly, and a bright purple-gold needle thread was woven on the cuff, which made his complexion extremely white.

The long and slender finger bones hugged the already cold Mrs. Tang, and the lines of the wrist bones were delicate and soft.

The beautiful and indifferent His Highness sat there, unconsciously stroking Tang Pozi's texture with her beautiful snow-white fingertips.

Feeling the constant cold touch from his fingertips, the young man sickly drooped his slender and thick eyelashes. The long eyelashes were curled up and pitch-black, like a cattail fan, half covering the dark and gloomy pupils, as if covering half of the eyes. generally.

The sight that fell on Mrs. Tang was cold and quiet.

At that moment, there seemed to be a complex emotion of sadness and bewilderment rolling in the dark pupils.

Gu Shiyou's thin and bright red lips were tightly pursed, and the lip line was straight and cold.

Raising his hand slightly, a big snow-white hand protruded from the purple-gold cuff, and in his palm was a Tang Pozi wrapped in a small dark blue bag.

Tang Pozi was placed on the table beside her.

After putting down Mrs. Tang, the extremely quiet young man squeezed his purple-gold cuffs without saying a word, and left the hall.

The delicious food on the table exudes heat, the boiled prawns are so tempting, and the porcelain white and clean bowls and chopsticks are placed there, exactly the same as the ones just placed.

Seeing the back of Gu Shiyou leaving, the servants in the room were immediately relieved, their backs were drenched with sweat, and when the cold wind blew, they sneezed.

On Jiang Yu's side, she was happily dining out with Cheng Muyou.

I heard that a new restaurant has recently opened in the capital, which serves roasted lamb from the frontiers of Inner Mongolia. Aunt Jiang immediately took Cheng Muyou out to eat the roasted lamb.

In the private room, Cheng Muyou sat there uneasily, taking a few sneaky glances at the layout of the room.

The furnishings are high-end and not tacky, the white porcelain vases are expensive at first glance, and the landscape paintings hanging there, Cheng Muyou can smell the smell of money from inside.

Cheng Muyou was already terrified when she was dragged out of the mansion by Aunt Jiang to play.

She didn't expect Aunt Jiang to bring her to eat in such an expensive restaurant.

Looking at Aunt Jiang who was ordering food, Cheng Muyou fidgeted, and quietly tugged on Aunt Jiang's sleeve: "Auntie Jiang, are you sure we want to eat here?"

Aunt Jiang nodded and looked at the menu: "Sure."

(End of this chapter)