Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

If it weren't for her outstanding temperament, Feng Hongyin wouldn't dare to recognize her when she was dressed like this.

After she left Cuiyu Tower, was her life a bit miserable? How can you dress like this?

She lowered her head and looked at her clothes, then pursed her lips and smiled: "Because it's so warm."

She used to be most afraid of winter, especially fear of being summoned by the young masters of various houses to cheer after winter.

It's freezing cold outside, but these prostitutes can't wear too thick.

Wearing too thick will affect your posture, and also annoy guests.

She has always been in a bad shape, and she has to get sick every winter. Once she has to go to various places, she will be shivering with cold when she comes back, as if she had just come out of ice water.

Only this year, she finally put on a thick cotton-padded jacket, and her hands and feet were not so cold.

Looking at the smile on her face, Feng Hongyin's expression also eased two points.

After leaving Cuiyu Tower, her whole person changed greatly.

It seems that there is less of the immortal air that is not stained with vulgar dust, and there is more soft and warm smoke.

Feng Hongyin's hair is soft, and there is some tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes.

He chuckled, "I just didn't expect it."

Feng Hongyin's attitude is a little weird, she is a little unsure.

But he is a dignified prince, so it is good to be able to not be ill with him.

At this moment, when he said such a sentence without beginning and ending, she could only smile.

Feng Hongyin looked at the full moon in the sky.

The surroundings are quiet, and the whole world seems to be the two of them alone.

Feng Hongyin hasn't felt as quiet as it is now for a long time.

Since there were more people in the mansion, every day he returned to the mansion, he would feel that the mansion was extraordinarily noisy and could not be quiet for a moment.

Standing next to her now, Feng Hongyin took a deep breath, only to feel that the air seemed to be filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

He finally spoke: "Are you happy?"

Feng Hongyin asked this suddenly, and the woman standing quietly next to him was taken aback for a moment: "What?"

Feng Hongyin turned around and simply pointed out: "Now, living in such a small house, in the yard, even a stone table can't fit, wearing such a rustic clothes, do you feel happy?"

Her life is worthless in his eyes.

When Feng Hongyin wanted to come, although she was originally a prostitute, Haolai was a famous prostitute, and the cost of food and clothing was not worse than that of the ladies.

At this moment, I suddenly moved to such a small yard, living so sad, how can I be happy?

But under Feng Hongyin's gaze, her lips curled up, and she didn't feel angry at all because of his words. She just smiled and nodded: "Happy."

I’ve never been so happy.

Hearing this answer, Feng Hongyin stiffened.

He lowered his eyes and raised them again with a little arrogance.

"Really happy?" How can you be happy after such a hard life?

She nodded firmly, and responded again: "Happy."

Looking at the person in front of him, Feng Hongyin was silent for a moment before finally chuckling.

"Don't force it, what's so good about this kind of life."

When the man bought her a hairpin, he had to buy it at a street stall.

And what he Feng Hongyin gave her was either from Jade Baozhai or Jinpin Pavilion.

That man is afraid that he has never heard of these two names.

Seeing him so sure, she pursed her lips and didn't argue with him again.

Feng Hongyin lowered his eyes, holding the mutton jade pendant and playing with it.

After a long time, he spoke.

"I will give you a chance."

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