"Don't you think about it?"

"Why don't you agree if you have money?"

The cute lips curled and said with confidence: "Anyway, I'm angry with me. At worst, I don't want spiritual stones, so I have to scold her."

flirtatious:"……"

Prosperity!

"Okay, you can control your temper anyway."

"I know."

He waved his hand in a pretty way and followed her obediently.

A charming and speechless face.

Face gets so fast.

It seems that my impression of this little girl needs to be changed.

At least, she can bend and stretch!

"Is this Mrs. Feng's niece?"

Jiaoqiao raised her head and found that a person staring at her, with a little bit of arrogance and disdain in her eyes. "What's the name?"

?

Where did the old woman come from?

Jiaomei quickly kidnapped her, "What are you asking?"

Jiaoqing rolled her eyes and didn't say anything.

She was angry and threatened with her mouth: "Five Hundred Spirit Stones!"

Jiaoqiao instantly understood and said timidly: "My name is Jiaoqiao."

The little girl is only fifteen or sixteen years old. She has a white and tender face, and her little hands are nervous and anxiously grasping the corner of her clothes, looking like a harmless person and animal.

flirtatious:"……"

This dead child is really not a rabbit or a hawk.

By the way, what did she want to do like this?

Tension?

What a joke?

Which point above has something to do with her?

Mrs. Chen nodded only, without saying anything, and her expression was calm.

With her identity, it is naturally impossible to put aside the face and care about a silly girl.

However, I will never let her go so easily.

The calmness in her eyes made her very dissatisfied.

Your aunt must be respectful in front of me. Isn’t it a shame for you, a little girl, to be so calm?

She glanced at the side casually, frowned slightly.

Someone immediately understood and immediately stood up and scolded, "Why are you, a little girl, so reckless?"

"This is Mrs. Chen, the hostess of this mansion. Why don't you know how to greet him?"

He blinked in a cute voice and called out timidly, "Madam Chen."

His voice was soft and slight timid.

Mrs. Chen finally felt relieved.

This silly girl was finally a little scared.

Well, it's actually normal.

When she suddenly saw this scene, wouldn’t she be shocked, a little girl?

Thinking of this, she looked at Jiaomei with a little dissatisfaction.

All the poor relatives brought here, what is the banquet for the Chen family?

Seeing Mrs. Chen's brows stretched, the lady who had stood up before scolded him again: "It's not me that I'm talking about you, a little girl's house shouldn't know how to eat all day long."

"This is where you eat whatever you want?"

"I don't understand the rules at all, why did the lord's wife bring you to the banquet?"

Mrs. Chen nodded in praise and said lightly: "Mrs. Wang is right. This is not an ordinary banquet after all, so you should also pay attention to your image."

"Mrs. Chen is right."

"Oh, there is no rule at all. I'm afraid that the face of the city lord's wife was not lost by her."

"If my daughter dares to eat like this outside, I have to beat her to death."

Beautiful and speechless.

Where do these people get the confidence?

The real demon clan always eats meat and drinks with big mouthfuls, without any etiquette, and is generous and happy.

Unlike them, they act deliberately and do not fear losing the face of the demon clan.

The lady noticed the disbelief in her eyes, her voice suddenly increased, and she said angrily: "What? Are you not convinced?"

"Mom, I finally brought Brother Hao back, why did you hold another banquet?"

A girl in gold clothes walked up from the door of the hall, complaining while walking.

Mrs. Chen greeted her with a hint of kindness on her face, "Yingying, are you clamoring for you to rest?"

"You still said?"

The girl in golden clothes glared at her and said angrily: "Your voice is so loud, how can Brother Hao and I rest with peace of mind?"

Mrs. Chen quickly laughed, "Okay, okay, you guys go and rest, I'll let them be quiet."

"Is this?" someone asked.

"Miss Chen Er Chen Ying."

"Is it the Miss Chen Er who married the son of the Demon King?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's her."

"I'm so envious, I'm so lucky."

"Mom, who told you to talk nonsense?"

"I said everything, I don't want this to spread everywhere."

Chen Ying muttered dissatisfiedly, but there was a hint of pride on her face, obviously not as modest as she said.

"It's me wrong."

Mrs. Chen quickly apologized and smiled and said, "Yingying, go and rest. How about this guarantee that you won't disturb you?"

Chen Ying waved her hand and said irritably: "How can I sleep when I wake up?"

"What about Ah Hao?"

“I’m sleeping.”

"That's fine."

Someone couldn't help asking.

"Mrs. Chen, is the son of the Demon King also here?"

"Mrs. Chen, I wonder if we can meet again?"

"Son of the Demon King, I've grown up so old that I haven't seen the Demon King yet. It's good to see the Demon King's son."

Chen Ying paused, glanced at the people in the hall, and mocked: "By the way, why are you invited everyone? Although Brother Hao comes, I don't want anyone to join our Chen family because of this. Do you understand?"

People from a small town still want to see Brother Hao?

Didn’t you just want to take the opportunity to climb into the Chen family?

So naive!

Mrs. Chen nodded quickly, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone disturb Ahao's rest."

Chen Ying nodded casually, "Well, I'll go back first."

A rampant laughter suddenly sounded in the hall.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in a black and golden robe stepped in.

He put his hands behind his head and slowly walked into the hall, with a faint smile on his lips. He grabbed a maid and kissed him in his arms, "Baby, kiss one."
To be continued...