LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

"The honour is here." Love is in the past.

The two men slid into the dance floor.

The lights in the entire hall seemed to be concentrated on the couple who were dancing.

Elizabeth stood in the dark, silently watching the pair of lovers who seemed to match, for a long time, finally sighed low.

She reached out and picked up a cocktail from the high platform on the side.

The blood family will be somewhat unaccustomed to eating other things, especially wine.

Elizabeth is very disdainful of this kind of thing on weekdays, but at the moment, she urgently needs something to paralyze herself.

It was just that the hand had not been extended and was stopped.

Elizabeth looked up a bit uncomfortably and stopped herself as a pretty handsome man.

And the strength is not bad.

This is normal, and those who can qualify for the Bansul Castle Citadel, at least have the Earl.

The blood family is based on the bloodline and the strength, the strength of this man is definitely not weak.

However, even if the Duke stopped at this moment, Elizabeth was not afraid.

Her temper has long been spoiled.

"What are you doing?" she asked without anger.

The man is not angry at her tone at all, anyway, the smile of the pet: "I see, the distinguished Miss Elizabeth, because the brightly surrounded by the blood clan, how can one sit in a dim corner to drink alcohol What about consumption?"

Elizabeth looked at him coldly: "What are you doing? Roll!"

The man looked the same, just like her, watching the love in the dance floor and Angeliel.

"The future hostess of the San Francisco family, even the blood family is not? His Royal Highness Prince does not know how to be confused by such a woman."

This sentence simply said Elizabeth's heart.

Elizabeth was coveted, and the hand on one side grabbed the skirt.

The man glanced and sneered in his heart.

"Think about it, I am really worthy for Miss Elizabeth, you are so noble, and so beautiful, it is the best match with His Royal Highness, at this moment, standing side by side with His Royal Highness the dance floor. The person, it should be Miss Elizabeth, you are right." The voice seems to bring endless temptation, tempting people to fall to the abyss that never bottoms out.

The man looked quietly and watched Elizabeth's look gradually become unwilling.

He smiled and was about to continue to say something. When he was cold, he saw Elizabeth turning his head.

With a sneer on her face, her expression scorned and despised: "What are you? Do you dare to move the princes of the Prince?"

She raised her chin high and her expression was proud: "What if I look down on the woman? Is that my thing? I dare to say it to the woman in person? You just dare to wait in the dark." Drill the camp!"

She looked disdainfully at the man who seemed to be angry: "A person like you doesn't even have a shoe for the San Francisco family. Is there any qualification to evaluate the decision of His Royal Highness?"

She snorted: "Before I screamed at the waiter who didn't tell the Vatican Castle, hurry to roll me! Don't pollute Miss's eyes!"

The man's face was white for a while, and he looked at Elizabeth with a hateful look. He finally managed to do nothing and left quietly.

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was stuck in the sofa and grabbed her face.